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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 · Fantasie
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600 Chs

10.8 Gatekeeper

I clutched my stomach in pain as he used the butt of his weapon to essentially punch me right in the abdomen. Assuming the fetal position, I probably did my best impression of a woman grieving after having an awfully bad miscarriage... Wow, that was a fvcked up analogy... I guess my brain was starting to shut off the pain with jokes full of bad taste.

"I-It's..." I coughed out, not even able to finish what I was about to say as I unceremoniously lay on the ground. "J-joke..."

At this point, I felt like I'd lost all motor functions to the rest of my body. My head ached from the twilight between knowing and not knowing, and my stomach probably had a ton of internal bleeding inside it from all of the blows that I had sustained. I strained my ears for any sort of nearby movement beyond more boots on the ground, hoping to god that Lise or someone from the group would come across my battered body.