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's breath was ragged, his body pressed against the damp stone wall of a ruined temple. The battle earlier had shattered his confidence—no, it had done worse. It had shaken him to his core. The realization that someone else knew the flow of the story, just like he did, made his blood run cold. He had barely escaped with his life.

The night sky stretched above him, moonlight filtering through the skeletal remains of the once-grand structure. His mind was a battlefield of its own, torn between anger, fear, and the bitter taste of helplessness. His plans had been precise, foolproof—until now.

Jin clenched his fists. He had to regain control.

A rustle in the distance snapped him out of his thoughts. His instincts screamed danger. Had they already found him? His body tensed, ready to move, but what emerged from the darkness wasn't an enemy.

Draped in tattered robes, his frame was lean yet powerful. His hair, a wild mess of black streaked with silver, suggested a man who had lived through countless battles. A long scar traced down his left cheek, and his eyes—dark, calculating—held a sharpness Jin recognized immediately. A survivor. A warrior.

The stranger's voice was calm, yet it carried the weight of unspoken battles. "You look like a man who just lost everything."

Jin didn't answer. His instincts urged caution, but something about this man told him he wasn't just another vagrant.

The man crouched, picking up a broken piece of a wooden mask from the ground. He twirled it between his fingers before looking at Jin again. "I saw your fight. You ran."

Jin's jaw tightened. He wasn't in the mood for mockery. "And?"

The man smirked. "I would've done the same."

Silence stretched between them, the wind carrying the distant echoes of battle. Then, the man tossed the broken mask aside and stood up.

Jin didn't respond immediately. He studied the man, his mind racing through possibilities. Trust was a rare commodity, especially in this world.

But then Baek Mu-Jin said something that made Jin's pulse spike.

"You're not the only one who wants that bastard dead."

Jin's gaze sharpened. "You've fought him before?"

Baek Mu-Jin chuckled, but there was no humor in his voice. "No. But I know what he is. And I know how he needs to be dealt with."

Jin crossed his arms. "And you think we can just walk up and kill him?"

Baek Mu-Jin's smirk widened. "Not yet. But we will."

There was something dangerous about this man, something reckless. And yet, Jin could see it in his eyes—the same hunger for vengeance, the same desperation to tip the scales of fate.

For the first time since he had fled, Jin felt something other than fear. He felt possibility.

Baek Mu-Jin turned to leave. "If you want to die, go ahead and rush in alone again. But if you want to win…" He glanced over his shoulder. "Follow me."

Jin exhaled, shaking off the remnants of doubt. He wasn't alone in this after all.

And maybe—just maybe—this was the start of something far greater.

A Watcher In The Storm