MTL - Counterattacking the Submissive Role! - Chapter 57 [To the Whistle] Guide Attack 13

Makoto Kenji, an overworked underpaid loser, was suddenly transported to another world along with a few of his co-workers.arriving in the new world. they were brought to save the world from the onslaught of the demon king.but while assessing their prowess, they realized that Kenji was an animal tamer, one lesser than a beast tsmer and could only tame dogs and cats and occasionally a few birds.eventually, Kenji was kicked out, though, he was kicked out with a lot of gold on him, so he could easily get by.Eventually once more, Kenji was able to create a life for himself with his regular cooking skills which were like greatness in this world.for the regular dish of rice and curry was powerful enough to make the people of this world increase their rank levels. ( Under classes, there are ranks, and under ranks, there are six levels)But even with the fame and money he gad acquired, Kenji eventually got bored and decided to become an adventurer!but on his first quest, something happened to him. something that would change his entire life and the faith of this world.

«Ding! You’ve received the [Human Archer (Stage 2)] and has activated the 10,000x bonus. You have received the [Flame God Archer (Stage 10)].»

A teenager who unexpectedly gets transported to the modern world from ‘the world of the immortals’ . He finds himself in the body of an ordinary guy. He wants to go back to his world and for that, he will have to practice to get stronger and investigate the reason why and how he crossed through to this world.

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”