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

DragonBoatTrans

    He seemed to have noticed the change in Roger's eyes.


  "Do you see those things hanging on the wall next to the notice board? Quickly, quickly, quickly ..."


  Roger looked at where he was pointing.


  On the mud wall near the notice board.


  There were five pieces of equipment hanging on the wall.


  They were a knife, a sword, a pair of gloves, a belt, and a cross.


  size of these pieces of equipment were very different, and they were obviously from different classes.


  "These are all left behind by the previous Champions of the arm-wrestling competition!"


  The burly man explained as if he was counting his family's treasures,


  "The Tauren Tavern's arm-wrestling competition has been held for a total of six years.


  Every champion had been lucky because of Alice, and had received all sorts of benefits.


You're also worthy of good luck?