D.E.M.O.N.S: Getting Summoned Weekly isn't so Bad - Chapter 1493 - Foggy Worries

I had transmigrated to a world full of magic. To ensure my survival, I have to cross-dress as a female so I don't get in trouble. This is the story of me tackling everything that gets in my way.

I was the one who boosted your rank. Yet you stabbed me in the back? Fine. Goodbye. I’m taking it back. You’re finished now. Thanks to you, I now have an abundance of skill points for a prosperous hunter life. But… after spending some of those points, the S-Rank is starting to get obsessed with me…?

Discovering that his wife was cheating on him with his superior, Jonathan Hayes was put on the combat list by his superior, a list that had already been concluded weeks ago.Wanting to survive from the war and come back to get his revenge on his wife and his superior, Jonathan was killed in the battlefield.Instead of going to heaven like every good man should, Jonathan woke up five years back in time, before his country was captured by the enemy, due to the help of his country's corrupt leaders. Jonathan knew his job immediately he realized what had happened to him. To liberate his country from getting captured again, and to get his revenge on his cheating wife and his superior.He had guessed correctly, but there was more to it. He not only went back in time, he woke up in a parallel world where magic was present. His job was not only to rescue his country from getting captured again, his job was to become the first warlord of the world. The first king of the whole world.[Congratulations, you have been rewarded with two unique skills from God]

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”