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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

70.2 Thoughts

A bout of confusion washed over her before a flicker of understanding flashed through her. Judging from the traces of anger adorning her face, I guess what I said didn't sit well for someone with a martyr syndrome like I did, "What do you mean it's not my fault? If I had returned your hug like usual, none of this would've happened."

 

"The fact that it even happened means that I'm not... as mentally sound as I hoped I would be," I explained hesitantly. "I overreacted. I shouldn't have sprinted out because I got rejected just once."

 

It was just one time, too. Such a reaction would only be present in children, and I was pretty sure that I was pushing fifty in terms of mental age. That was just sad.

 

"Still, I caused it," Lise sternly affirmed, her posture still prostrating, yet strangely resolute. "It's all my fault that-"