The Greatest Assassin Gets Reincarnated in Tensura

The moment Rudra questioned his situation, the masked hero—"Storm Crusader"—vanished.

And then—

BOOM.

A gut-wrenching punch slammed into Rudra's stomach with inhuman force, the shockwave alone ripping apart the space around them.

"GHHH—!!!"

Rudra's eyes bulged. His body rocketed backward, tearing through the air like a meteor, before he managed to flip mid-air and stabilize himself. The sheer force of the hit left deep cracks in the dimensional ground beneath them.

Still struggling to breathe, he landed on his feet, his golden armor slightly dented, his entire being shaken.

What the hell was that?

This was nothing like the fights he had before. His enemies always hesitated, second-guessed their attacks. But this hero—he wasn't holding back.

Rudra knew.

If he didn't fight back, he was going to die.

The Clash of a Tyrant and a Storm

His grip tightened on his sword.

With a single motion, his golden blade ignited with divine energy, the radiant glow carving through the darkness of the battlefield.

"Fine," Rudra muttered, exhaling sharply. His muscles tensed. His mind sharpened.

No more questions. No more hesitation.

If this was a battle of judgment, then he would prove why he was the Emperor.

Rudra vanished in a golden blur, his blade slicing toward the masked warrior.

But before his attack could land—

CLANG!

A single finger stopped his sword.

Rudra's heart stopped.

Veldora—no, Storm Crusader—stood before him, one finger pressed against the edge of his divine blade, completely unfazed.

Then—a grin.

"Too slow."

A sudden shockwave exploded from Veldora's body, sending Rudra skidding backward. The Emperor barely had time to react before—

BOOM—!!

Another punch.

This time to the chest.

The sheer impact sent shockwaves rippling through the battlefield, a thunderous explosion echoing across the void. Rudra's armor cracked as his body was sent hurtling through the sky.

But before he could recover—

Veldora appeared above him.

A knee to the spine.

"GHHH—!!!"

Another explosion.

The force slammed Rudra downward, his body tearing through the fabric of space itself. The ground shattered beneath him as he crashed, creating a crater so deep it felt bottomless.

But he wasn't done.

Before the dust could even settle, Rudra launched himself out of the crater, sword swinging, golden energy crackling violently.

Veldora dodged effortlessly, weaving through each strike with unnatural speed.

It was infuriating.

Rudra couldn't land a single hit.

The Power of Astaroth – The Sovereign Primordial of Wisdom

Then he noticed.

Every time he moved, every attack he launched—

Veldora was already responding before it even happened.

He… knows my moves before I make them?!

"Impossible…!" Rudra gritted his teeth, pushing himself harder, faster. He activated one of his most powerful abilities—[Infinite Regalia], increasing his reaction speed to divine levels.

And yet—

Nothing changed.

Every strike was dodged. Every counterattack was perfectly timed.

Veldora wasn't just predicting him.

He was already ten steps ahead.

And then, Rudra saw it.

The flickering glow of an ethereal sigil behind Veldora.

His Ultimate Skill.

Astaroth – The Sovereign Primordial of Wisdom.

This wasn't just foresight.

This was absolute knowledge.

Astaroth calculated every possible outcome of their fight, every probability, every pattern in Rudra's movement, every hidden intention.

Before Rudra could even think of his next move—Veldora already knew.

"You're fighting fate itself, Rudra." Veldora's voice echoed. "You can't win."

Rudra refused to accept it.

With a roar, he summoned his full power.

The battlefield shook violently, golden flames erupting around him, transforming into divine dragons, circling him like guardians.

"I AM THE EMPEROR!" Rudra bellowed, his golden energy reaching its peak.

"I WILL DECIDE MY OWN FATE!"

His sword glowed with divine power, its radiance piercing through the darkness.

And then—he charged.

A final attack. The strongest he had ever unleashed.

A single strike that could split the heavens.

Veldora watched.

And then—

He sighed.

"You never learn."

BOOM.

In an instant, Veldora vanished again.

And then—a fist connected.

Right into Rudra's gut.

This time, the force was cataclysmic.

A shockwave so powerful it shattered dimensions.

The golden flames around Rudra extinguished. His divine aura collapsed.

And his sword—

Shattered.

Rudra's eyes widened in sheer disbelief.

He gasped, his body frozen.

It was over.

Slowly, his knees buckled. He collapsed to the ground, the weight of defeat crushing him completely.

The Final Words

Veldora stood over him, arms crossed.

The battle had lasted mere minutes.

But to Rudra—it felt like eternity.

Veldora exhaled.

"You were always so obsessed with controlling the world." His voice was no longer mocking. It was… calm. Almost disappointed. "But the world was never yours to control."

Rudra, still gasping for breath, managed to choke out, "So... what now? Are you going to kill me?"

Veldora was silent for a moment.

Then, with a smirk, he crouched down, staring Rudra in the eyes.

"No."

He leaned in closer.

"You're going to live… and learn what it means to truly lose."

And with that—darkness consumed the battlefield.

The fight was over.

The moment Veldora vanished, Rudra's world collapsed into darkness.

An absolute void.

There was no light. No ground. No sky. Only a vast, endless abyss.

And then—

PAIN.

A searing, excruciating pain ripped through his very soul.

It was not physical.

It was not magical.

It was something far worse.

A torment that pierced deeper than any blade, burned hotter than any flame.

Rudra screamed.

His body convulsed, yet he couldn't move. The pain was everywhere. Inside him. Around him. It consumed him completely.

Then—

A voice.

Cold. Absolute. Final.

"This will be your last reminder."

Rudra froze.

The voice was not human.

Not divine.

Not demonic.

It was something else entirely. Something beyond.

He did not know its owner, but its presence made the universe itself tremble.

"If you ever dare to attack or kill innocent people for no reason…"

The pain intensified. Rudra's mind fractured.

His pride, his will, his very being—were unraveling.

"Next time, you will pay with your life."

The words were final. Absolute.

Then—silence.

The darkness faded. The pain stopped.

Rudra collapsed, gasping for air. His entire body shaking, drenched in sweat.

For the first time in his life—

He felt fear.

Far away, in the City of Eternal Night, a grand projection floated in the sky, displaying Rudra's suffering in perfect clarity.

Sitting in thrones of obsidian and crystal, the Primordials, Velzard, and Arion watched.

A dark chamber, illuminated by the faint glow of ethereal screens, crackled with energy as the final moments of Rudra's punishment played out.

Ultima chuckled, twirling a dagger between her fingers. "Damn. That was brutal."

Carrera smirked. "I would've just vaporized him, but this… this is far worse. I like it."

Testarossa sighed, sipping from a glass of crimson wine. "A fitting lesson for a fool who thought himself a god."

Diablo, standing near Arion, let out a quiet laugh. "The Emperor has never truly known fear… until today." His crimson eyes gleamed with amusement.

Velzard, however, remained silent.

Her icy gaze fixed on Rudra's broken form, a flicker of thought crossing her mind. "Velgrynd will not take this lightly."

Arion leaned back, arms crossed. His expression remained unreadable, yet there was an air of finality in his voice.

"It doesn't matter how she takes it."

His eyes glowed like twin abyssal stars.

"He deserved it."