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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

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20.7 Surgery

And just as I thought things were looking up, something just had to happen. Then again, I was honestly expecting the other shoe to drop, and here it was in all its glory.

Funnily enough, the man that ate a fruit whole was back with a vengeance.

"He was starting to turn really pale, and his medic said that you'd do surgery on him," Emeraud rapidly fired off in her panic, the man in question still on her back like his life depended on it. "He was really noisy at one moment, then the next he became completely silent."

My humor and sarcasm disappeared immediately. "What?"

"He turned paler by the second too, and his stomach's getting bloated."

My eyes widened at the symptoms being relayed to me. Didn't this guy just have a bowel obstruction of some kind? How the hell did his condition deteriorate this quickly?

"Put him on the table face up."