Draggarius

Kaito Renzaki, a ruthless contract killer, meets his end in a brutal betrayal—only to awaken as Jin Tae-Hyun, a weak, arrogant noble in the Murim world. Destined to die as a minor villain, he refuses to accept his fate.

Armed with an assassin’s instincts and a lifetime of deception, Kaito will carve his own path. He is not a warrior. He is a killer. And in a world where strength reigns supreme, he will rise—not as a forgotten side character, but as a force that reshapes Murim itself.

But his rise does not go unnoticed. Powerful sects, hidden warlords, and even the protagonist stand in his way.

Will he remain a villain lurking in the shadows?

Or will he become something far more dangerous?

Blood Reforged

Jin Tae-Hyun stood in the clearing, surrounded by masked assassins. Their movements were sharp, disciplined—each one ready to strike at their master's command. Yet, the man at the center of it all did not attack.

The dark-robed figure exuded a presence unlike any other Jin had faced. It wasn't just power. It was something more.

The man finally spoke. "Jin Tae-Hyun." His voice was calm, yet it carried an eerie weight. "You have carved your way through fate itself. But tell me—"

"Did you ever wonder if fate was watching back?"

Jin narrowed his eyes. What the hell is he talking about?

The masked assassins shifted, confused by their master's words.

Jin smirked, keeping his grip on his blade steady. "You speak as if fate has a mind of its own."

The man chuckled. "Perhaps it does."

Then, he reached into his robes and pulled out a jade pendant.

Not because of the object itself—but because he had seen it before.

His mind raced. Where? Where have I seen that before?

The man tilted his head. "Familiar, isn't it?"

Jin didn't answer. But his silence was enough.

The man smiled. "You came into this world with knowledge others don't have. Secrets buried beneath time. But you're not the only one who remembers things that shouldn't be known."

Jin's grip on his sword tightened.

The assassins remained still, waiting for a signal.

The man held up the jade pendant, letting it glint under the moonlight. "This belonged to someone who should not exist. Someone who should have died long ago."

The boy had always carried something around his neck—never letting anyone touch it.

Jin forced a grin. "And what? You expect me to tremble because you picked up a dead man's trinket?"

The wind howled through the trees.

Jin felt something shift in the air.

The man took another step forward. "You assumed you knew how this story ends."

He had predicted everything. He had controlled everything.

Then why did it feel like something had slipped through the cracks?

The man's voice was almost amused. "Tell me, Jin Tae-Hyun… what will you do now that the past is no longer buried?"

Jin smirked. "What will I do?" He raised his sword. "The same thing I always do."

Jin's eyes flickered with resolve.

The Unseen Hand