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 simply held the scythe horizontally in front of his body, and the black wings on his back closed forward as he took the "corpse explosion" head-on!


  The altar was covered in stones and blood.


  The crow saint's HP had dropped below half.


  He turned around to look at the little girl behind him.


  The latter's face was covered in blood, and he was looking at him in shock.


  The blood Raven leader's body quickly reappeared from a pile of corpses.


  He glared at Roger viciously, and the deformed wings on his back quickly spread open.


  The leader of the blood crows ran away without looking back!


Master, can I swear?