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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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37.5 Sudden Cold

"T-This isn't a good idea, Sweetie!~"

 

I ignored my unwilling companion's warnings as I braved the dark alleyways of the city. Far from what I saw earlier as a lively and bustling city, Allegra had seemingly turned into some kind of ghost town in under the span of a few hours as silence smothered us like a fog in a horror game.

 

"Anna? Mathilde?" I called out as we rounded another corner. "I'm here!"

 

"Stop yelling," Aria shushed me as we continued on my journey back to my true companions. "What part of dangerous do you not understand?"

 

The urgency in her voice would've tipped me off earlier if I truly trusted her. Alas, her earlier stunt had put me off on that notion as I tightened my grip on her unnaturally cold wrists. "It's not like anyone's out here, right?"