The Key In 10 Years

"Roger, the Lord’s Mansion is offering a reward for the corpse demon, do you want to pick it up together?" 
"No, I'm not very strong, so I won't take risks." 
"Roger, we still have one spot for the southern mine, would you like to come?"
 "Maybe next time..." 
"Roger, Roger... Nevermind, forget that I’ve asked." 
Ten years later. 
[You killed 1 Explosive Magic Frog, killing 164250 Explosive Magic Frogs in total] 
[Your magic resistance is increased to 100%] 
Roger, who was at the pool, rubbed his sore waist and said to himself, "Finally... I seem to have become a little stronger." 
... 
This was a fantasy wasteland world that had been radiated by nineteenth circle spells. Roger had been teleported with the profession model of "Hermit Ranger". He had only one wish: Before the real catastrophe broke out, he aimed to become a stronger every single day.

Dragon Boat Translation

I'm Really Not Targeting the Mages

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    It was accompanied by deafening sounds.


  The mining cart slowly stopped on an empty moon platform.


  The driver yawned and kicked the door open.


  He was about to call the newbie to unload the goods.


  However, when he looked over, the second carriage was already empty.


  After a while, he rolled up his sleeves while cursing.


  Between the rising and falling Hills, there were terrifying tentacles.


  Even the fearless bandits would choose to quietly avoid these tentacles when they encountered them.


  There were some Sentry posts on duty.


  A fierce-looking Bandit left his post with a yawn.


  While the patrolling officer was not around.


  He sneaked into the forest to the left of the Barrack.


  He quickly pulled out a crudely-made cigarette from his belt and put it in his mouth. Then he skillfully lit the cigarette with a Flint.


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