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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

46.3 Kitchen Manners

My eyes widened at the callousness of how she just said her piece. "Excuse me?"

 

"You're blocking off my customers," the girl clicked her tongue at me as I heard the sizzling sound of something cooking. "If you're not buying, then fvck off."

 

Fvck off? Fvck off?!

 

Wait a sec... Calm down, me... We can resolve this in a peaceful manner. No need to erupt on a kid just doing her work. "How do you know that I won't buy? Maybe I'd change my mind?"

 

Me and my big fvcking mouth. Why did I go for the passive-aggressive route?

 

"You just told me you're not buying, sir," the girl returned my snark tenfold as she seemed to have dumped something onto whatever she was cooking, the smell of garlic and onion permeating the air between us as her hands moved methodically. "Stop wasting our time. It's inefficient."

 

What the hell? "Listen, kid-"