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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 · แฟนตาซี
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600 Chs

45.3 Embers

"Maybe the fact that we're still here, just to suffer?"

 

Hey now. We're not suffering at the least. We were at least much more privileged than the common beggar, not to mention that we actually have the best of both worlds in terms of busted magic systems. And since when did you start doing references?

 

"Ever since I started to go through your memories," I heard Flare explain with that professional tone of hers. "And why do you even have the urge to question my behavior, Master? I thought you already chalked me up as your own alter ego?"

 

I sighed as I opened my eyes once more, the brightly-lit ceiling of my mindscape greeting me with the same old story as last time. I'd guess I had my eyes closed for at least a few minutes; more than enough to go to sleep, in my opinion. Looking back down, Flare's blank expression hiding behind her cup was the least of my concerns as I readjusted my seat and cracked my back for some semblance of relief.