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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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13.X2 In the Eyes of Management I

"What?"

Deep within the confines of the Imperial Palace in the very heart of the Empire, a middle-aged imperial man withheld his thoughts about the reports that he had just witnessed.

"T-the entirety of t-the Aufteilung Furnace... has rebelled... your Majesty..."

Wearing a crown passed on from generation to generation, one Sig the First from the House of Freud, sat upon the Numbered Throne, his seething eyes flitting from one messenger to the next as he pondered on the highly upsetting news that had blown into the throne room.

"What do you mean 'a whole Furnace rebelled?'"

It should've been impossible for even a single Nenner, much less a whole population of a Furnace to even entertain the notion of a rebellion. Granted, the Furnace in question was the one where his mistake of a daughter was being held, but their treatment was supposed to be of a higher standard than the rest of the Furnaces scattered across the Empire.