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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 · Fantasi
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[Bonus chapter]28.3 Recovery

Looking at the assembled leadership of our Nenner village, the faces on every single one of them screamed lack of direction as they all stared at me looking like lost puppies. Most of them hadn't changed at all; Douglas was still as plump as ever, Emeraud was still looking at me with hero worship and a bit something new in her eyes, Geraldine was still somehow shorter than five-foot-one, and Baccus was still looking like the same old elder that allowed all of this to happen in the first place. The only change I could reliably see was the slight tinge of guilt coloring their gazes whenever they looked at me. And all the armor, actually. That was pretty new.

I didn't blame them though. I would've done the same thing if it was them that was taken.

Oh, and Bernstein was there too, looking absolutely nonplussed about the hilarity of the situation.