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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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600 Chs

10.5 Gatekeeper

*CLANG!*

"What the-"

I smirked as I held my guard against the attack. As much as I wanted to quip something stupid to boost my own ego, I was too busy not letting the Dezimal's attack go through my katana's pitifully narrow surface area of defense. My teeth clattered as I did my damn best to not let this fvcker skewer me to death, my arms and wrists practically screaming at me to give them a break as I forced them to support the thin strip of metal preventing my untimely demise.

*SHIIIIIINNNNNGGGG!!!*

Metal ground against metal as sparks flew above my chest. The point of contact between the halberd and katana started to glow a dull orange as the constant pressure being applied to them only got higher and higher with each passing second. Above me, I could feel the Dezimal grunt in annoyance as he tried to put more force into his killing blow.

"Stop resisting, Dirt Eater," he glowered as I felt him exert more power into his thrust. "Make this easier for the both of us."