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Smith and Wesen: A Modern Blacksmith's Magical Reincarnation

"You're just a Nenner! A glorified blacksmith! You can't possibly stand up against a Zahler's elemental power!" "As if that'll stop me! A Zahler might have the elements under their control, but that won't matter if I have a Seigel-riddled weapon for every occasion!" ⬛⬛⬛ Wesen... the innate power within that allows a person to manipulate the world around them. While it sounded straightforward enough, Rouge still has a lot to learn if he wanted to harness it for his own benefit. Thankfully, being a standard guy with blacksmithing as a hobby had given him a headstart in the new pseudo-medieval world that he now found himself in. In fact, blacksmithing in general is an integral part of his new life and the Wesen-filled wonders that entailed it. It was a good thing too, especially since it would be the one ticket he had to get out of the servitude of the Empire that insisted on grinding him under its heel. With his newfound power of rune-like Seigels at his disposal, Rouge will take the Matheman Empire by storm as he builds his rebellion into a force to be reckoned with. He will ensure that his fellow Nenners will be free from the Empire's oppressive practises, and he sure as hell will do it if it was the last thing he did. Well, that, and he refused to live in a backwater medieval world for longer than he could manage it. His modern sensibilities demanded proper technology, and he was sure that even his half-complete understanding of modern science will give him the edge he needs to take on a literal continent-spanning Empire. ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ UPDATES: Daily 19:00 JST Twitter: @ChellyArks

ChellyArks · Fantasy
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600 Chs

17.2 Grave

Standing in front of the old house, I clearly saw the damage that was done by the smoldering fires that consumed it. On the right, Father's workshop had been completely and utterly melted. The walls were barely there, giving us a glimpse of what was once inside them. Obviously, it was destroyed with the only things left standing being the anvil and the forge. Slabs of metal pooled on the ground beside them, probably a mix of both finished and unfinished projects littering the ground in what probably used to be a sea of orange lava.

The front door, or, what used to be the front door, was probably mixed in with the dust underneath our feet. It was entirely gone, the house left wide open for anyone that would like to steal from it. But judging from the looks of it, there was nothing to steal. Not like anyone would even see this place burning anyway.

"Brother? You alright?"