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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

59.1 Realignment

In a world where I'm still not sure what my role truly is, I'd guess that time was the most important thing that I still had in spades. Well, I say that, but I highly doubt that it would change in the near future so long as we let the world go around and move forward. In retrospect, it was kind of a bad idea to not even move away from our humble safe house despite it being located so damn near to an admittedly poorly maintained road.

 

Then again, it might just be my paranoia talking since we've been here for about a year without being disturbed.

 

If I was gauging my own body clock properly, I'd say I was about twenty years old now. My previously short hair had grown to being flowy, back-length crimson locks which I actually just put into a ponytail since it looked cool, and my body had only grown stronger from the constant training alongside Aria and my sister.

 

"Brother!"