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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

16.6 Underground

LISE

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"Perhaps..."

If it was the former, then trying to locate the missing party following the trail of marks along the wall would prove to be somewhat futile. Multiple walls with multiple markings might possibly double back on itself, making the trail branch out in ways that there was no way for her to follow. If it was the latter, then she effectively had a timer before either one or both members succumbed to their injuries.

She wasn't sure which was worse to think about. Was her brother languishing away somewhere within these walls? Starving, cold, looking absolutely lost? Or-

*Slap!*

No! She shouldn't be thinking of such things!

Giving herself a small reality check in way of slapping herself, Lise shook her head to clear her thoughts before pressing onward; the flame of her torch barely lighting the path as each step mulched the soft ground underneath her feet.

"I'll find you, Brother," she promised to herself. "I'll save you..."