Top Assassin Retires and Becomes a Farmer After Time Traveling to the Past - Chapter 142: Kill at Random

Earth has changed and with it so has humanity.Follow Miwen as he makes use of his Gift, Gacha Kingdom Building.

[Progression-Fantasy | Overpowered | Kingdom Building | Monster Girls | Literary RPG Mechanics][ACHIEVEMENT UNPRECEDENTED][You have successfully embraced the Origin: Celestial Archive][You have earned the talent: Summon (Rank E)][You have been gifted the ability to summon a single SSS-Rank creature][You have unlocked a new talent: Talent Copy][You have summoned Amara - Night Queen (SSS-Rank)][You have awakened the talent: Blood Monarch (Rank SSS)]In the Kingdom of Eirland, Hunters battle vicious monsters that emerge from mirror dimensions known as Events.Markus White awakens a Common Tier Origin, 'Scout', at the age of 15, dreaming of making it big as a Hunter. But Hunters like him are a dime a dozen, their efforts insignificant in the grand scheme.One day, while clearing an Event Rapture with his team, an unexpected incident leads him to encounter a dragon.Now armed with the Supreme Tier Origin 'Celestial Archive', which allows him to summon powerful Monster Girls, how will Markus use his newfound abilities? And what impact will his existence have on the world?

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.