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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

76.5 Road Trip

I leaned into the chair as I let my mind wander and unwind. There was a lot to unpack here, and with the drive possibly being over a week-long, I might as well work on this before I have to drive again...

 

Right, confidence issues. I thought I was over this already? Nevertheless, a part of me still thought that we were gonna crash and burn despite it already being almost an hour since we first departed. Was I really asking for it at this point? Probably. A part of me probably wanted to feel vindicated by the fact that this fvcking APC was going to crash and burn from under us to justify not using it in the first place despite me being the one to outfit the damn thing in the first place.

 

"Can I ask you a favor?" I whispered to my co-driver, my eyes glued solely on her unmoving feet.

 

"Of course, Rouge," she readily replied. "What is it?"