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

Mu-Jin's breath was shallow, controlled, but the war within his mind was anything but calm.

Everything—the Council's words, the years of struggle, the countless corpses left in his wake—it all pointed to one undeniable fact.

And now, staring at Jin Tae-Hyun, that feeling gnawed at his soul like a festering wound.

But he wasn't a man who accepted fate.

The Council had called him an anomaly. A mistake.

Something that wasn't supposed to exist.

But instead of killing him, they had let him walk free.

A test of whether fate could be defied.

Then his entire life would serve as proof that fate always wins.

That everything he had done was just another cog in an already moving machine.

That realization had driven him into madness.

Had turned him into a beast that devoured anything that stood in his way.

For three years, he disappeared from the martial world, diving into forbidden arts, secrets lost to time, techniques that could sever even destiny itself.

He would make his existence his own.

"You're scared," Jin said, his tone unreadable. "I can see it in your eyes."

Mu-Jin forced a smirk. "Fear? I don't know the meaning of the word."

Jin tilted his head slightly, studying him. "No… You do. But it's not fear of death. It's fear of the truth."

Mu-Jin barely had time to process before a blade was at his throat.

Jin's voice was cold. "How does it feel?"

Mu-Jin gritted his teeth. "How does what feel?"

"Being on the other side of fate."

A slow chill crept up Mu-Jin's spine.

Because in that moment, he understood.

This was a clash of two men trying to seize control of their lives.

One who had known the script and bent it to his will.

And one who had spent his entire life trying to rewrite it.

Mu-Jin grinned, his blade twisting in a fraction of a second.

"Then let's see whose will is stronger."

The Man Who Defies Fate