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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

52.2 Reunion

Bolting upright as the thought of immediate danger passed through my mind, I felt a strange tightness in my chest as I sat face-to-face with a worried Lise as she hovered over me like a mother hen on crack.

 

"Thank goodness! I thought... I thought...."

 

Oh, fvcking shvt... Did I collapse in front of her? I probably did, didn't I... Great... more guilt to add onto the pile of stupid mistakes I made.

 

Ignoring the blooming pain radiating from the pit of my stomach, I placed a hand on Lise's head, ruffling her hair like the old times in an attempt to calm my favorite brunette down. She was probably over herself with worry looking after fragile old me. And looking at where we were now, I'd say I was out for a decent while. I didn't even know how long I was out the first time.

 

"I'm alive, Lise. Don't worry," I smiled through the dull pain. It's normal. Mind over matter, Rouge.