The Greatest Assassin Gets Reincarnated in Tensura

The Heavenly Palace—a realm of divine light, floating high above the mortal world, untouched by the chaos below. Here, in the grand halls where celestial beings once basked in the radiant presence of their creator, a terrible silence had fallen.

The news had arrived.

Veldanava was dead.

A being above all others, the creator of the world, the strongest existence in the cosmos… killed by humans.

It was unfathomable.

In the heart of the palace, Feldway stood alone, staring into the endless golden horizon.

His wings trembled. His fists clenched. His body, bathed in divine energy, pulsed with rage.

"Impossible…" His voice, though barely above a whisper, echoed like thunder through the celestial halls.

His eyes, once filled with unwavering devotion, now burned with something else—denial.

Veldanava cannot die.

A True Dragon is eternal. Even demons, when destroyed, return after time.

Surely, his creator was the same.

Surely, this was not the end.

The grand doors of the palace burst open, and one by one, the other angels arrived.

Dino, the Blade of Veldanava, normally so carefree, had a rare look of shock on his face.

Obera, the melodic voice of the heavens, had tears in her eyes.

Other divine angels, beings who had once sung praises to their lord, now stood in silent disbelief.

Feldway turned to face them, his expression unreadable.

Dino was the first to speak. "Tell me it's a lie, Feldway." His voice was calm, but his hands were shaking.

Obera swallowed hard. "The Creator… our God… how could he—" She couldn't finish.

Feldway's jaw tightened. "I do not accept it."

Dino's eyes darkened. "What do you mean?"

Feldway's wings spread wide, his golden energy flaring. "Veldanava is not gone. He cannot be."

The angels exchanged uncertain glances.

"But Feldway," Obera whispered, "his divine presence… it's gone. There's nothing left."

Feldway's gaze sharpened. "You're wrong. Demons, when they perish, eventually return to existence. And Veldanava is far greater than any demon."

Dino frowned. "You're saying he'll come back?"

Feldway turned toward the endless sky. "I refuse to believe otherwise."

Obera's voice was barely audible. "But what if… what if he doesn't?"

Feldway's energy pulsed dangerously, making the very air tremble. "Then we will make it happen."

The angels stiffened.

Dino narrowed his eyes. "Feldway… what are you planning?"

Feldway exhaled slowly, his expression unreadable. "We are his chosen. His most loyal. If his existence was truly erased, then we will find a way to bring him back."

A silence heavier than any before fell over the hall.

Obera's hands trembled. "That's… not something we should decide alone."

Feldway's gaze hardened. "Then who? The world? The same world that allowed humans to kill him?" His voice darkened. "No. They are unworthy."

Dino looked at him, the weight of their creator's death finally sinking in.

"...You're serious."

Feldway's golden eyes burned with a divine fire.

"I will not stop until our God stands before us once more."

And in that moment, the fate of the heavens was decided.

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Chloe arrived at the Vampire Kingdom of Ruberios through a dimensional crack, stepping into the twilight-lit city where the air was thick with magic and mystery. The ancient stone streets, lined with elegant gothic structures, pulsed with an eerie silence as she moved through them. The vampires, ever-vigilant, immediately noticed her presence.

She was a young, beautiful woman with black hair and piercing blue eyes, a sword strapped to her waist, and a mask partially concealing her face. There was no hostility in her aura, yet something about her unsettled those who gazed upon her—an unnatural weight as if she did not entirely belong to this era.

When she arrived at the castle gates, she spoke only one request:

"I seek an audience with Luminous Valentine."

The vampire guards hesitated. Strangers did not simply demand to see their queen. But this woman had an air of certainty, of knowledge, as if she already knew she would be granted passage. After exchanging wary glances, they sent word to their ruler.

Moments later, Luminous Valentine agreed to meet the unknown visitor.

Inside the grand throne room, Luminous Valentine sat upon her ornate throne, draped in an elegant black and crimson gown. Her cold, crimson eyes assessed the approaching visitor carefully.

Chloe walked forward with confidence, the soft echo of her boots the only sound in the vast chamber. Stopping a few feet away from the throne, she removed her mask, revealing her striking features.

The vampire queen tilted her head slightly, watching her with curiosity. "You don't look like a fool, yet you walk in here and demand an audience without even stating your purpose."

Chloe met her gaze. "I needed to make sure you would listen."

Luminous narrowed her eyes. "And why should I?"

Chloe took a breath. "Because what I have to say concerns the fate of your kingdom. And I would rather not discuss it in front of others."

The vampire guards immediately stiffened, their hands gripping their weapons. A stranger, requesting a private audience with their ruler? Unacceptable.

One of them stepped forward. "Lady Luminous, it would be dangerous to—"

Luminous raised a hand, silencing him. Her crimson gaze bore into Chloe's, searching for deception.

There was none.

A heavy silence filled the chamber.

Then, after a long pause, Luminous sighed. "Very well. Leave us."

The guards hesitated but ultimately obeyed. One by one, they exited the room, closing the large double doors behind them.

Now, only Luminous and Chloe remained.

Luminous leaned back in her throne, resting her chin on one hand as she studied Chloe. "Speak."

Chloe didn't waste time.

"Veldora is coming."

Luminous' fingers twitched slightly. "...What?"

"He will attack Ruberios. And he will not be stopped."

The air in the room grew cold.

Luminous' crimson eyes burned with an intense light. "And you know this how?"

Chloe met her gaze without hesitation. "Because I've already seen it happen. I come from the future."

A long silence stretched between them.

Luminous exhaled slowly, tapping her fingers against the throne. "You expect me to believe you traveled through time?"

Chloe's expression remained calm. "I don't expect you to believe anything. I expect you to listen. Because whether you believe me or not, the attack will still happen."

Luminous studied her, weighing the possibilities. It was absurd—but something about Chloe's presence, her certainty, her eyes, made her pause.

"Why would Veldora attack me?" Luminous asked, her tone sharp. "He is powerful, yes, but he has never shown interest in my kingdom."

Chloe's expression darkened. "I don't know why. But what I do know is that he will not hold back. And if you are unprepared, Ruberios will fall."

Luminous fell silent, her thoughts racing. Time travel? A warning of destruction at the hands of the Storm Dragon? It all seemed impossible.

And yet…

There was a part of her that couldn't ignore the feeling creeping into her mind—the feeling that this woman, this Chloe, was not lying.

Finally, Luminous exhaled. "You've given me much to consider."

Chloe nodded. "Then consider it quickly. Because you don't have much time."

Far beyond the walls of Ruberios, hidden in the darkness, Arion's spies listened intently.

They had infiltrated the kingdom long ago, blending into the shadows, watching and waiting. And now, they had just received something far more valuable than they ever expected.

One of the spies whispered through a magical link:

"Our target claims to be from the future."

The message was immediately relayed to Arion himself.

Within his hidden domain, Arion sat upon a throne of shifting darkness, his expression unreadable as he processed the report.

A visitor from the future?

It was ridiculous.

But… it wasn't impossible.

In a world where magic defied logic, where gods and dragons walked among mortals, could time itself not be manipulated as well?

A slow smirk formed on his lips.

"Continue observing her. I want to know everything."

His eyes glowed with intrigue.

This… was going to be very interesting.