The Greatest Assassin Gets Reincarnated in Tensura

The MC's mind swirled with confusion as the world around him shifted in a split second. A single snap of God's fingers sent everything into an immediate void—absolute darkness. His body felt weightless, like his soul was floating in an infinite emptiness. It was an eerie sensation, one that stripped away all perception of time and space. He felt suspended, as if everything that had ever existed or would ever exist was merely a distant memory.

A deep, unsettling quiet enveloped him, and he had no idea how long it lasted. It could have been moments, hours, or an eternity—there was no way to measure time in this place. His mind began to wander, reflecting on the choices he had just made and the vastness of what lay ahead. The weight of those decisions, combined with the strange absence of any sound or light, made him feel like he was completely alone in the universe.

Then, just as suddenly, the darkness began to recede. It wasn't like the gradual illumination of light—no, this was different. A strange sensation washed over him, like the universe itself was being painted into existence around him. Slowly, the outlines of his surroundings began to take form.

Before him lay a vast, barren landscape. The ground was cracked, like dry earth under a scorching sun, yet no sun existed in this place. The sky above was a dull, oppressive shade of red, filled with swirling clouds that seemed to pulse with an ominous glow.

Jagged mountains loomed in the distance, their sharp peaks cutting into the sky like the teeth of some ancient beast. The air was thick, dense with the weight of despair, and the temperature was suffocating, neither hot nor cold but oppressive in a way that made his chest feel heavy.

The ground itself seemed to writhe with a life of its own—glowing cracks snaked through the earth, spewing occasional tendrils of black smoke. The wind that swept through the air was thick and unnatural, carrying with it the scent of sulfur and decay. The distant sound of tormented wails echoed through the air, not loud enough to be clear but enough to make the MC's skin crawl.

It felt... wrong. Nothing here seemed natural, like the very fabric of reality had been warped. This was a place of torment, a place where nothing grew, where light was suffocated, and where the atmosphere itself seemed hostile to life. He couldn't shake the feeling that every breath he took was an intrusion, every movement an offense to the land around him.

Where am I?

He blinked in disbelief, his mind struggling to comprehend the situation. He had been reincarnated, yes, but this wasn't the world he had expected. There were no signs of civilization, no creatures, no other people. Just desolate land and the oppressive weight of hellish air. And yet… something felt oddly familiar about it. As if he'd crossed into a realm he'd only heard of in myths or whispered legends.

Before he could take another step, a voice, calm and soothing, echoed through his mind, catching him off guard. The sound was clear, but it did not seem to come from anywhere physically. It filled his thoughts, as if his own mind was speaking to him.

"Master is currently in Hell."

The words startled him, sending a shiver down his spine. He froze, his body tensing. There was no one around him. No figure, no person in sight. He quickly spun around, searching for any sign of who or what had spoken, but there was only the emptiness of this strange, hellish land. His heart raced as panic crept into his chest.

"Who said that?!" he demanded, his voice hoarse, feeling the urgency of the situation. His instincts flared, and in the heat of the moment, he reached for his side, expecting to find his gun, but—nothing. His fingers brushed against empty air, and the panic only intensified.

His memory snapped into place. He was no longer in his world. The gun, his previous life—all of that was gone. He was here now, in this new body, in this new world. He had left his old self behind, and with it, his old tools.

The voice responded again, with an odd sense of calm, "I am your Unique Skill, Lara. I'm here to serve you, Master."(God gift).

His mind struggled to process this. A skill? Lara? He furrowed his brow in confusion.

"Lara? What are you talking about? Where are you? I can't see you!" His words were laced with frustration, still processing everything that had just happened.

His head was spinning with the sudden revelation.

The voice spoke again, but this time, it seemed to resonate deeper within him, a presence that was not external but almost as if it was embedded in his very being. "I am inside your soul, Master. I don't have a physical body. I exist as part of you."

Part of him? Inside his soul?

A wave of realization hit him, followed by an overwhelming sense of responsibility. A unique skill tied to his very essence? This was no ordinary ability. This was something far greater, something fundamentally connected to him.

His pulse quickened as he tried to steady his thoughts. If Lara was inside his soul, that meant… what exactly? Could he rely on this skill for guidance? For power? For protection?

"So... what exactly can you do, Lara?" he asked, his voice quieter now, laced with both curiosity and an underlying tension. His mind raced, trying to piece together the implications.

"I can assist you in understanding your skills, managing your skills, and answering your questions, Master," Lara responded with calm certainty. "I am your guide, your advisor, and your servant in this new world. With my assistance, you will grow stronger, faster, and more capable of achieving your goals."

A guide, an advisor, a servant... The words floated in his mind as he tried to understand. This was no mere ability. This was an integral part of him, a skill that was both an extension of his power and an asset for his journey.

"Manage my skills?" he repeated, mulling it over. The idea of Lara helping him navigate and grow in this strange new world was both reassuring and disconcerting. "You mean... I can learn more about my powers through you?"

"Correct, Master," Lara affirmed. "I can help you unlock your potential, fine-tune your abilities, and give you advice on how best to use them. Together, we can make sure your choices align with your ultimate goal."

The MC closed his eyes for a moment, processing the weight of the situation. His power, his mission, his reincarnation—all of it hinged on the decisions he had made and the skills he had chosen. Lara was now an inseparable part of him, and through this connection, he would gain the knowledge he needed to survive and thrive.

He inhaled deeply, feeling the oppressive air of Hell pressing down on him once more. Despite the chaos and the uncertainty of this new world, he felt a strange sense of resolve.

"Alright, Lara," he said, his voice steady and filled with newfound determination. "Let's get to work. Show me how we can start shaping this world into what I need it to be."

And with that, the darkness of Hell was no longer a place of confusion and fear—it became a canvas for his ambitions.