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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 · Fantasia
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600 Chs

85.6 Gameplan

Silence was the answer I received just as Grigori led us into a narrow alleyway. I smacked my lips in begrudging resignation as I interpreted Aria's lack of correspondence to mean that some people were already awake to hear us. This, combined with Grigori's quickened pace meant that something was just about to go wrong.

"In here."

Following the old man, I only blinked as we entered what looked to be an abandoned shack somewhere deep within the capital's alleyways. I knew that there will always be some hidden parts in this city not unlike any modern city, but the state of disrepair that this small shack had almost made me wary of every creak I heard from each step. Then again, Grigori was walking in here just fine, and he was heavier than I ever will be.

Taking one last look around to make sure that we weren't followed, I gently placed Amelie on a dilapidated set of stairs to sit while I closed the door. "Right... Are we clear?"