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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

51.4 Power Source

I sincerely underestimated just how large my own mind was.

 

"Flare?"

 

An hour had probably already passed in mindscape-time as I continued my trek to find that idiot phoenix.

 

...

 

Wow... I actually thought of Flare as an idiot. That was a first. If she was here right now, she'd probably be pissed as shvt at me. Then again, she might be reading my mind even now and I just couldn't see her seething.

 

Or maybe she had collapsed somewhere and she couldn't even hear me at all...

 

Fvck! "Flare?!"

 

Following the strand had proven laughably slow as I continued to let it guide me to my wayward patient. In all honesty, it was the only thing keeping me afloat in the middle of my own forge as I navigated whatever views and wonders this place had to give me.