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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

85.5 Gameplan

"N-Non, Monsieur..." Amelie coughed as she slowly stood up. "I-I have disabled said part of the système before anything else."

I took one last glance at the Seigels before letting out a sigh of relief, "Great. At least we haven't alerted all of Mathema that we're here."

At my words, the two Primzahls let the tension leave their bodies as they moved closer to me. Staring at the hole, it was sizeable enough that even Grigori had a decent leeway before he hit any of the wall's jagged sides. And he was probably seven-foot-one.

"Well, it would seem that our earlier problem has been solved, albeit with a bit more noise than we wanted," the old man scoffed. "I should've just smashed it in the first place."

"Riight..." I drawled out. "It wasn't what we wanted, but it'll have to do. Amelie?"

The Vidan maid looked apologetic as she limped towards the rest of the group, "Apologies, Monsieur... I failed to properly disarm the système..."