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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

42.3 Realization

Heeding my power's advice, we sat across each other as she poured us a cup each of steaming-hot tea. Placing the first cup in front of me, I carefully placed my lips on the rim to get a brief taste, only to back off as soon as the liquid touched my tongue.

 

"Hot, I take it?"

 

"Well, yeah."

 

Placing it back down, I sat in silence as I watched her stare at me with the usual mischief that she loved addressing me with. She probably had some hate for being a massive hypocrite that loved wasting her potential on random bullshvt, but that also meant that she hated herself as well. As expected from a subconscious that had a perfection streak depending on its mood, of course the other personality would make that the core of her existence just to chide me endlessly.

 

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