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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

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600 Chs

37.3 Sudden Cold

I froze in place as alarm bells started kicking in inside my brain. Nothing was ever free in life, either in this world or the last. There was no such thing as a free meal like this, especially if it came from a street vendor whose stall, while not looking like the worst I've ever seen, didn't look too well off either. The way this young man smiled at me was uncannily disarming too. It was as if he was trained to do so for all of his life. Then again, the medieval period was notorious for having lifelong jobs starting at the age of five or eight. Maybe he was just that good at marketing or something...

Or maybe my paranoia was saying something.

 

"I think I'll have to decline," I carefully let the man down. "it's not fair for you to-"

 

"I insist!"