I'm Really Not Targeting the Mages

Summary “Roger, the Lord’s Mansion is offering a reward for therpse demon, do you want pick it upgether?” “No, I’m not very strong, so I won’t take risks.” “Roger, we still have one spot for the southern mine, would you likeme?” “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 intal] [Your magic resistance is increased 100%] Roger, who was at the pool, rubbed his sore waist and said himself, “Finally... I seem have bme 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 bme a stronger every single day. You’re reading “I'm Really Not Targeting the Mages” on See all Hide