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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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14.1 Theorycrafting

200 F.Y.

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Like the many times that I've said this in my mind: I have no idea what I was doing.

"So, what is this 'bacteria' thingy supposed to be again?"

It's been some few odd weeks since we somehow managed to get out of our specially-made hell on earth. After a few more days of travel and copious amounts of questioning on whether or not we were still in Empire territory, I finally told everyone to stop and set up shop in the middle of what looked to be nowhere just beside the top of a steep waterfall. It might not be the best location for a fledgling town to start building, but the most important part of any civilization was running water. So after a few more days of convincing the others to not make our homes in the middle of the nearby forest, my large band of five hundred and nine eventually started building our new homes beside this nameless waterfall.