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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

64.3 Hellfire

Like clockwork, I raised my hand for a few seconds before readjusting my course towards the trapped people. I couldn't really tell anymore how far I've managed to walk in this place. I've lost the ability to discern hotter temperatures a few minutes ago, and everything practically felt the same in the way that they all burned my skin off. With each molten body and skeleton that I briefly saw, the more my chest lurched from the dread of walking through this hellscape. Even suits of armor were practically molten into my path as the fiery glow of melted metal illuminated the entire area. At the very least, the smell wasn't as intense here as opposed to where I first started, but I could only guess that the gases of decomposition just couldn't handle this sort of heat anymore without destabilizing....

 

Which meant that I was probably breathing in something fierce and poisonous without my knowledge...

 

"brother...."