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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

75.6 Fabricating

With the boring parts out of the way, it was time to reorient the engine itself.

 

"Alright, ready!"

 

Having already detached some of the gears and pipes, the engine was stone-cold as I placed my hands on its top portion. The others were also holding on to their own parts of the engine; with Lise beside me, Amelie on the side, and the twins on the bottom. Weighing in at probably half a ton, a single mistake here would probably wreck the entire APC alongside possibly maiming or killing someone.

 

With a heave, we all collectively pulled our own weight and then some. The engine slowly rose from its resting place, slowly turning towards our desired direction as we all sweated and huffed like we weren't remotely as fit as Olympic athletes.

 

"S-steady now..." I huffed out. "Carefully..."