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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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My footsteps echoed across the empty stairwell as we descended even further. "Noticed anything weird so far?"

 

"None that I can see," Lise dutifully replied, her tone as serious as ever. "It's kind of quiet, though."

 

"Yeah..."

 

That's another thing as well. Based on previous experiences, the sounds of industry should be echoing through the stairwell by now, especially since we were probably past the halfway point if my estimates were correct. To descend further into hell and not hear the constant clanging and the throes of heavy machinery? It was eerily disturbing.

 

The heat intensified further the deeper we went on. A faint orange glow was starting to become visible in the distance as I eventually let the flame in my hand dim. The light source was decent enough for us to see the stairsteps anyway. I might as well conserve my energy for any sort of emergency.