The Greatest Assassin Gets Reincarnated in Tensura

The air shimmered with heat, the very fabric of space trembling from the sheer pressure of Milim's power.

Velzard and Ramiris, their hands stretched outward, were barely holding the massive containment barrier together.

"Damn it… this isn't enough." Velzard muttered, beads of sweat forming on her brow.

Ramiris, hovering beside her, was breathing heavily. "I—I don't know how much longer we can keep this up!"

Then—

A shadow flickered beside them.

A new presence.

Velzard's eyes snapped to the side. A tall figure, dressed in an elegant black suit, crimson eyes glowing with eerie amusement.

"Wha—"

Noir. The Black Primordial.

Ramiris nearly choked. "N-Noir?!"

He bowed with a graceful smirk.

"Ladies."

Velzard's eyes narrowed. "What are you doing here?"

Diablo chuckled, placing a hand over his chest. "Oh, do not concern yourselves with such trivial matters. I merely wish to assist."

He raised a single hand—

And instantly, the barrier tripled in strength.

Velzard felt the difference immediately.

The chaotic energy pushing against their defenses was suddenly stable.

Ramiris gasped. "H-How did you—"

Diablo grinned. "You were struggling. Now, you are not. Let us continue, shall we?"

Velzard hesitated for only a second before nodding. "Fine. Just don't get in my way."

Diablo smiled wider. "Perish the thought."

Meanwhile, Dragruel stood on the borders of his domain, his massive form towering like an immovable fortress.

His hands were raised, holding a barrier as massive shockwaves from Milim's fight battered against it.

The land behind him was untouched, but only because of his sheer effort.

But even he was beginning to strain.

Then—

A figure in white appeared beside him.

Testarossa.

She flicked her wrist—

And suddenly, a second barrier formed,

reinforcing his own.

Dragruel's golden eyes flicked toward her.

He didn't need to ask why she was here.

He simply nodded.

Testarossa smirked. "No need to thank me, Lord Dragruel. Just focus on keeping this land intact."

He rumbled in response, his focus never wavering.

Guy was drenched in sweat.

Blood dripped from his lips.

His cloth was torn, his body bruised.

"Damn it—MILIM!!"

She wasn't listening.

Her attacks were relentless.

Unstoppable.

Then, suddenly—

Two immense auras appeared behind him.

Familiar.

Too familiar.

Guy's red eyes widened.

"What the hell—"

He barely dodged a punch from Milim before whipping his head around.

Two figures were descending at breakneck speed.

One, with glowing violet eyes, a sinister grin stretching across her face.

The other, with golden hair, crackling with untamed energy.

Ultima.

Carrera.

The Primordials of Violet and Yellow.

Guy growled. "What the hell are YOU two doing here?!"

Ultima giggled, stopping midair. "Ohhh? What's wrong, Guy? Getting your ass kicked by a little girl?"

Carrera cackled. "Looks like the great Demon Lord can't even handle a tantrum!"

Guy's eye twitched.

"Shut. Up."

Milim, however, did not wait.

She lunged forward, her fists igniting in pure destruction.

Ultima and Carrera intercepted.

A BOOM that shook the heavens erupted.

Carrera blocked Milim's punch, her arms straining. "Tch—! She's strong as hell!"

Ultima appeared behind Milim, her hands glowing. "Guess I'll have to play rough!"

Milim twisted midair and BLASTED Ultima through the clouds.

Guy, panting, watched them clash in a frenzy of light and chaos.

He took a deep breath.

Finally.

A moment to recover.

He began regenerating, his magicules replenishing.

But still—

His mind was racing.

Why were the Primordials here?

Why were they helping?

And most importantly—

Who sent them?

They wouldn't tell him.

Because they served a master who did not wish to be known.

And far above them all—

Arion watched.

Waiting.

The battlefield was chaos incarnate. Milim, her rage unchecked, was a cataclysm in motion, her attacks shaking the very fabric of reality. Ultima and Carrera clashed with her in a battle of pure devastation, their power enough to vaporize mountains, but Milim only grew stronger with every moment. The air crackled with energy, and the sky itself seemed to bend under the force of their struggle.

Guy Crimson, the Lord of the Ice Continent, had reentered the fight after regenerating, but even with his might, it was clear that Milim was beyond reason. She was no longer fighting as the playful, reckless girl they knew—she was something else now, a force of destruction driven by grief. The daughter of the Creator was proving why her very existence was a terror to the cosmos.

Diablo, standing beside Velzard and Ramiris, observed the battle with a knowing smirk. He had seen overwhelming power before, but something about Milim's rage felt… different. A goddess in mourning. A wrathful deity. He folded his arms, watching intently, knowing that even the combined might of Guy, Ultima, and Carrera might not be enough to subdue her.

Ramiris, floating in the sky, noticed the dangerous magicules saturating the air—residual energy from Milim's rampage. If left unchecked, they would corrupt the land, poisoning everything for thousands of years. Without hesitation, she turned to Velzard and Diablo.

"I'm going to absorb the magicules," Ramiris declared, her voice unusually serious.

Velzard's eyes narrowed. "Are you insane? That amount of power will tear you apart."

Ramiris shook her head. "I don't have a choice. I'm a mediator of the world—I have to do something. The worst that can happen is that I lose my power and revert back to being a Pixie Fairy. After 25,000 years, I'll get it back. That's nothing for me."

Diablo chuckled darkly. "A bold move, Fairy Queen. But is it worth the risk?"

Ramiris didn't answer. She simply extended her hands and began absorbing the dangerous energy. Her body trembled as immense magicules flooded her, threatening to rip her apart from the inside. But she gritted her teeth and kept going.

The battle raged for seven days and nights.

Guy, Ultima, and Carrera fought with everything they had, pushing Milim to her limits, but it didn't matter. Every blow she took only fueled her fury. She fought like a beast unchained, raw power erupting from her every strike.

The ground split open, continents shook, the sky darkened as unnatural storms formed from the clash of their energies. The world itself seemed on the brink of breaking.

Velzard, still holding back, clenched her fists. Is there no way to stop her?

Dragruel, watching from afar, was in silent awe. Even he, one of the strongest beings alive, knew that stepping into this battle was suicide. But then—everything changed.

Without warning, the sky darkened further—not from the battle, but from something else.

The atmosphere became heavy. The wind stopped. The very concept of time seemed to slow as an overwhelming presence made itself known.

Milim, in the midst of her blind fury, stopped.

Guy froze.

Velzard's eyes widened.

Diablo's smirk deepened. Ultima and Carrera exchanged glances and grinned knowingly.

Then—he appeared.

A figure stepped into the battlefield, walking calmly as if the destruction around him was meaningless. His face was concealed by an illusion, making him look like someone else, someone unrecognizable. But the sheer presence he radiated was undeniable.

Power. Absolute, terrifying, godly power.

The air around him warped, reality itself bending in his wake. The world recognized him, as if an unshakable force of nature had arrived. His mere presence alone was suffocating.

Milim, who had lost herself to rage, hesitated for the first time. Her instincts screamed at her. Something primal inside her recognized what had just entered the battlefield.

Guy, stunned by the sheer presence of this figure, tried to speak—but before he could react, Milim lunged at the newcomer with a devastating punch, fueled by all her fury.

BOOM!

A shockwave tore through the battlefield as her fist met an immovable force—her attack had been stopped.

Effortlessly.

The figure hadn't even flinched. He had blocked her punch with a single hand, as if swatting away a breeze.

Silence.

Pure, unfiltered silence.

Guy's heart pounded. Who… is this?

Velzard, stunned, tried to comprehend what she was witnessing.

Ramiris, despite her pain from absorbing the magicules, looked in shock.

Diablo, Ultima, and Carrera simply smirked. They knew.

Then, the figure spoke. His voice was calm, yet it carried weight beyond comprehension.

"Milim. That's enough."

A single sentence.

Milim's eyes widened, and before she could react—BAM!

The figure moved.

No one saw it. Not even Guy. Not even Velzard. It was too fast.

A single, precise punch to Milim's stomach.

Her eyes widened, her breath left her body, and for the first time in seven days, she stopped fighting.

Her energy collapsed instantly. Her body went limp.

Before she could fall, the figure caught her gently, holding her in his arms.

The battlefield, once a storm of destruction, was now silent.

Ramiris, still gasping for breath, watched in awe as the magicules she had struggled to contain vanished—erased with a simple wave of the figure's hand.

Gone.

Velzard's voice was barely a whisper. "What… just happened?"

Guy clenched his fists. He wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't come.

The figure didn't even glance at them. Holding Milim carefully, he descended towards Velzard, placing the unconscious girl in her arms.

"Take care of her," he said simply.

Velzard, still in shock, could only nod.

Then, before anyone could question him, before Guy could demand answers, before Ramiris could thank him—

He vanished.

Diablo, Ultima, Carrera, and Testarossa disappeared with him, like shadows fading into the night.

Gone.

As if they had never been there.

For the first time in seven days, there was peace.

The battlefield was eerily quiet. The destruction was still there, the scars of the battle still fresh, but something was different.

Velzard looked down at Milim, who was now sleeping peacefully in her arms. The raging storm inside her was gone, as if it had never existed.

Guy stood frozen, staring at the empty space where the figure had disappeared. His mind raced.

Who was that?

How could he stop Milim so effortlessly?

Why didn't he even acknowledge me?

Ramiris, still trembling, whispered to herself. "That power… that presence… What was that?"

No one had an answer.

But one thing was certain—whoever that mysterious figure was, he had just changed everything.