Assassin Retires, Gets Isekai’d, and is Immediately Judged by a Frog

A NEW BEGINNING 

THE FINAL BATTLE 

The battlefield was an absolute disaster. 

Hansi stood in the center of it all, arms crossed, gazing at the carnage with the mild exasperation of someone forced to clean up a mess he didn't make. 

The once-proud guild had thrown everything at him—soldiers, mages, mercenaries, even a few desperate guys with kitchen knives who clearly had no idea what they were signing up for. 

It hadn't helped. 

The rolling plains, once lush and peaceful, were now littered with discarded weapons, broken armor, and a chorus of unconscious warriors groaning about their bad life choices. Some were still crawling away, hoping he wouldn't notice them. 

He did. 

He just didn't care. 

Across from him, leading the disastrous charge, was Vargan ,a seasoned war general, known for his brute strength and impressive ability to not know when to quit. His once-glorious armor was dented, his warhorse was exhausted, and his confidence? Well, that had been significantly damaged the moment Hansi had vaporized half his army with zero effort. 

But still, Vargan had some fight left in him. 

"HANSI!" Vargan bellowed, dramatically pointing his sword at him. "You traitorous dog! You dare turn against the guild? After everything we've done for you? After everything the master has given you?" 

Hansi sighed, rubbing his temples. "Okay, first of all, traitorous dog? Rude. Second, let's not pretend this is some grand betrayal—I just decided I'd rather not be a disposable tool for a bunch of backstabbing psychopaths." He gestured at the wreckage of the battlefield. "And judging by how things turned out, I was right." 

Vargan scowled. "You could have surrendered." 

"Oh, sure," Hansi said, rolling his eyes. "Because surrendering to a guild that literally specializes in eliminating its own members sounds like a fantastic retirement plan." He tilted his head. "Tell me, Vargan. What was the guild's plan if I actually did surrender? A warm welcome? A farewell party? Or, let me guess…" He leaned in. "A very sharp knife in the back?" 

Vargan's silence was extremely telling. 

Somewhere in the crowd, one of his soldiers coughed awkwardly. Another started subtly scooting away. 

Vargan growled. "Then I suppose there's no talking you down." 

Hansi raised an eyebrow. "You just figured that out?" 

With a frustrated roar, Vargan raised his sword. 

"FINE! IF YOU WILL NOT KNEEL, THEN YOU WILL DIE!" 

And with that, the remaining forces charged. 

Hansi sighed, closing his eyes. Man, I really tried to be diplomatic… 

Then, with a mere blink, the entire battlefield changed. 

A pulse of dark energy exploded from his body, spreading across the battlefield like an unstoppable storm. The sky darkened. The ground trembled. The very air crackled with power as a massive shockwave ripped through the charging soldiers. Some were thrown back like ragdolls, others vanished entirely, and the rest? 

…Well, they probably wished they had called in sick that morning. 

When the dust finally settled, only one man remained standing. 

Hansi. 

Vargan, now bootless and visibly trembling, dropped his sword and fell to his knees. "What… are you?" 

Hansi smirked. "Tired." 

Then, he turned and walked away, completely unfazed, while the battlefield lay in ruin behind him. 

Far away, seated in an extravagant, dimly lit chamber, the true guild leader watched through a magical projection. Unlike Vargan, he had not rushed into battle like a fool. He had merely observed. 

A gloved hand reached for a goblet of wine, swirling it lazily. 

"Hansi, Hansi, Hansi…" A chuckle echoed in the room. "You truly never disappoint." 

Despite the catastrophic loss, the guild leader's tone was not angry. 

If anything… he sounded entertained. 

"This game has only just begun." 

And with that, the projection faded into darkness. 

As the battlefield crumbled away, Hansi suddenly found himself standing in a familiar space— 

The Void, an endless abyss of stars and swirling lights. A place he knew all too well. 

Floating before him, as relaxed as ever, was Paro, the reincarnation god, her usual smug grin firmly in place. 

"Well," she said, clapping her hands together. "That was dramatic." 

Hansi shot her a look. "You saw that?" 

"Oh, absolutely," Paro grinned. "I had popcorn." 

Hansi groaned. "I knew you were watching." 

Paro winked. "Hey, can you blame me? You wiped out an entire army with zero effort. That's entertainment." 

He sighed, running a hand through his now slightly singed hair. "Look, I'm done with this whole thing. I need a change. A new world. A new life. Something simple. Peaceful." 

Paro raised an eyebrow. "Peaceful, huh? You sure you won't get bored?" 

Hansi gave her a deadpan look. "After spending years dodging assassination attempts from my own guild? I think I can handle boredom." 

Paro chuckled. "Alright, alright. I get it. You want a fresh start." She twirled a finger in the air. "Fine. Let's go with a completely normal life." 

Hansi narrowed his eyes. "You're emphasizing normal way too much." 

"Relax, relax," Paro said, waving him off. "I got you. You'll be reborn in a peaceful world. No guilds, no armies, no world-ending crises." 

She paused. Then smirked. 

"Buuuut, just for fun, I'm giving you black hair. You looked ridiculous with that rainbow nonsense before." 

Hansi blinked. "Wait—" 

Snap.

Before he could protest, Paro snapped her fingers, and everything went dark. 

When Hansi opened his eyes again, he was standing on a peaceful hill. 

A soft breeze swept through his now-permanently black hair, and the golden hues of the setting sun painted the horizon. 

"…Huh." He blinked, glancing around. "This… is actually pretty nice." 

No guilds. No armies. No lurking assassins waiting to stab him mid-breakfast. 

Just open skies, fresh air, and total peace. 

He let out a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. 

"Okay. *This* might actually work." 

Then, from the corner of his eye, something moved. 

A small frog, perched on a rock, staring at him. 

It blinked. 

Then croaked. 

Loudly. 

Hansi stared back. "…Are you judging me?" 

The frog croaked again. 

Even louder. 

"Okay, you need to leave." 

The frog, undeterred, hopped closer. 

Hansi sighed. "I swear, if you turn out to be a reincarnated assassin, I quit." 

The frog blinked. 

Then hopped away. 

Hansi chuckled. "If my biggest problem now is passive-aggressive wildlife, I think I'll be okay." 

And with that, he took his first step into a brand-new life.

Maybe being a baker wasn't such a bad idea after all.