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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

37.7 Sudden Cold

Before I could react, I held my breath as I felt the older woman's arms wrap around me again like earlier. The tension in the atmosphere was palpable despite the general lack of fvcks Aria was emitting, "See?~ We're best friends~ Aren't we, Sweetie?~"

 

As much as I would want to retort the opposite, my body was far too pinned in by this woman's grasp for me to even wriggle my arms out. 'Not that there was anything wrong with it,' so said my brain as it promptly dumped serotonin into my system for being glomped by such an attractive woman.

 

Not helping my case here, stupid biology.

 

"L-let go of me!" I weakly protested, my face practically mushing against hers as she held onto me like a sexy barnacle. And that was an analogy I sure wish I hadn't thought up of at the moment. "W-What happened to... letting me go?!"