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

Baek Mu-Jin's blade trembled. Not from exhaustion. Not from hesitation. But from something far worse—realization.

All these years, he had believed his path was his own. That his revenge, his survival, his very existence were carved by his own hands. But now, staring into the cold eyes of Jin Tae-Hyun, he felt something crack within him.

And if he knew too much, that meant…

Mu-Jin had been hunting the truth like a rabid beast, his vengeance driving him forward without rest.

After burning the Shrouded Moon Fortress to the ground, he had expected resistance—expected the real enemy to reveal themselves.

No one came for him. No assassins, no retaliation.

As if his existence meant nothing.

As if someone had already expected this outcome.

So he kept searching, cutting his way through the underworld, following whispers and dying words, until he reached the heart of the martial world's power—the Council of Eight.

They were the silent rulers, the unseen hands behind every major event.

Mu-Jin still remembered those words. The way the Grand Minister had spoken them so casually, as if Mu-Jin's entire existence had been predicted long ago.

They told him what he wanted to hear.

Yes, his village was wiped out by the Shrouded Moon Fortress. But the true orchestrator?

A decision made to erase an anomaly.

Someone who was never supposed to exist in the first place.

Mu-Jin's grip tightened on his sword. His body screamed for him to attack, to silence the storm raging in his mind.

Because now, looking at Jin Tae-Hyun, that same feeling crawled up his spine.

As if Jin had known this meeting was inevitable.

"You look shaken," Jin said, his voice calm, almost amused.

Mu-Jin gritted his teeth. "Who the hell are you?"

And for the first time, Mu-Jin felt fear.

Not because of Jin's strength. Not because of his knowledge.

But because, deep down, he knew—

The Strings Of Fate