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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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27.5 Fighting Retreat

*FWOOSH! FWOOSH! FWOOSH!*

Moving across the library with speed and purpose, each bookshelf that I stopped for even a split-second was instantly incinerated as I flew from cover to cover, my mind still whirring about what the hell I could even do to salvage this situation.

The Primzahl's a ranged specialist; a walking artillery the likes of which I hadn't seen so far within the Empire's ranks. It would've been great if he was limited to ranged attacks, but he also had some modicum of melee options that would make it hard to approach him. Looking at my unconscious allies, their locations were far from convenient as they were situated only a few meters away from the pompous git. I already knew that we were fvcked six ways to Sunday if we kept this up, but fvck! Was I going to have to mount a rescue from this abysmal of a situation?