The Greatest Assassin Gets Reincarnated in Tensura

Time flowed like a river, relentless and ever-moving. Months turned to years, and the world remained in balance under the watchful eyes of its creator, Veldanava. He, the Supreme God of the world, held dominion over existence itself, yet he harbored a peculiar fondness for the fleeting lives of mortals. Often, he would descend from the heavens, disguising himself as a simple adventurer to walk among them, to experience the world not as its ruler but as one of its own.

It was during one such journey that fate would weave a new thread into the great tapestry of history.

The golden rays of the sun bathed the grand palace of Veldanava in a divine glow. A grand structure carved from celestial stone, it stood tall, reflecting his unshakable rule. On this particular day, an expected guest had arrived—Rudra, the ambitious and ever-proud human Emperor. However, he did not come alone.

Beside him walked Lucia.

She was radiant, a vision of elegance with her soft pink hair cascading like silken waves down her back. Her sapphire eyes held an ocean of kindness, yet there was a strength beneath them—a quiet, unwavering determination. Though she carried herself with the grace of nobility, she had no arrogance. Unlike her brother, whose ambition reached for the highest peaks, Lucia found joy in the simple things.

As they entered the throne room, Veldanava sat in quiet contemplation, his usual majestic presence cloaked under an air of ease. He wore a simple tunic, far from his usual divine regalia, a reflection of his desire to live freely beyond the constraints of his omnipotence.

Rudra grinned as he approached.

"Veldanava! It has been too long." He spread his arms wide in a friendly gesture.

Veldanava's golden eyes gleamed with amusement as he rose. "Indeed, Rudra. You always find an excuse to visit."

Rudra laughed. "Of course! What better excuse than the company of my beloved sister?"

Veldanava turned his gaze to Lucia, who offered a polite bow. "It is an honor, great one."

A strange feeling stirred within him as he looked upon her. Though he had lived for countless millennia, never had his heart faltered—until now. There was something about her presence that felt… different.

With a gentle smile, he spoke, "There is no need for such formality, Lady Lucia. Here, I am merely Veldanava."

Lucia tilted her head slightly, intrigued. "Then if you are merely Veldanava, should I not be merely Lucia?"

A chuckle escaped him, rich and genuine. "A fair point."

Rudra raised a brow, glancing between the two before smirking. "Hmm… am I interrupting something?"

Lucia sighed. "Brother, please."

Veldanava only smiled. Something about her presence warmed him, a foreign yet welcome sensation.

From that moment on, their paths intertwined. Veldanava found himself drawn to her, seeking excuses to accompany Rudra more often. Unlike others who revered him with trembling devotion, Lucia treated him as an equal. She did not seek power, nor did she tread carefully in fear of offending him. She simply… spoke to him.

One evening, as the golden hues of sunset painted the sky, Veldanava and Lucia walked along a quiet garden path within his domain.

"You enjoy these little adventures, don't you?" Lucia observed, hands clasped behind her back.

Veldanava nodded, gazing up at the sky. "I do. The world is vast, full of wonders even I have yet to see."

Lucia studied him for a moment before asking, "And yet, you created it. How can something of your own making surprise you?"

He turned to her, a slow smile forming. "That is the beauty of life, is it not? No matter how much one knows, the future is always uncertain. That is what makes it precious."

Lucia chuckled softly. "For a god, you are rather poetic."

"And for a princess, you are rather bold."

She met his gaze without hesitation. "Would you have me any other way?"

A pause. Then, he laughed—a deep, rumbling sound that sent warmth through her. "No. I would not."

Disguising himself as a simple warrior, Veldanava often journeyed with adventurers. Lucia, ever curious, decided to accompany him, much to Rudra's dismay.

Seated around a crackling fire one night, their traveling party—comprised of a burly dwarf, a wise elf, and a rowdy swordsman—exchanged stories of past battles.

"So, Veld, how'd a guy like you meet a lady like her?" the swordsman asked with a grin, motioning toward Lucia.

Lucia smirked before Veldanava could answer. "Oh, he fell in love at first sight."

The group erupted into laughter as Veldanava simply smiled, shaking his head.

"Is that so?" the dwarf stroked his beard. "Must've been fate then!"

Veldanava glanced at Lucia, his expression softening. "Perhaps it was."

Lucia blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity in his voice. She quickly turned away, her cheeks tinged pink.

"Tch. You're hopeless."

But that night, as she lay beneath the stars, she realized something—her heart, too, had been stolen.

As time passed, their bond deepened. Their laughter echoed through the halls of Veldanava's domain, their conversations stretched into the night, and their hearts beat as one. Yet, beneath the surface, a silent truth loomed.

Veldanava was eternal. Lucia was not.

One evening, as they stood upon a cliffside, gazing at the endless horizon, Lucia finally voiced her thoughts.

"If I grow old and frail… if time takes me before you, will you still love me?"

Veldanava turned to her, his golden eyes filled with unshakable resolve.

"Lucia… I would give up eternity itself if it meant spending a single lifetime with you."

A sharp breath left her lips, her heart pounding in her chest. Tears welled in her eyes—not of sadness, but of overwhelming emotion.

She reached for his hand, intertwining her fingers with his. "Then let us cherish every moment we have."

And under the vast heavens, with the stars as their witnesses, their love became legend.

Thus, the love between a god and a mortal began—a love that would one day change the fate of the world itself.