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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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26.6 Unexpected

Gritting my teeth, I fashioned my twin blades in a backhand grip as I began my ascent to the smoking hole that would have to function as my entrance. Every few seconds or so, a minor shockwave reverberated across the tower, threatening to loosen my grip as my arms trembled from the sheer force of the blows.

What the hell was going on in there?

*BOOM!*

Another explosion spewed forth from the open breach in the tower, followed by a brief flash of light before another lull settled across the building. My arms buckled with the ferocity of a spring tire as I struggled to maintain my hold. With no harnesses or solid footholds of any kind, one wrong slip-up and I was going to be a small stain on the ever furthering ground beneath me. With each meter that I climbed, I steeled my resolve even further as the sounds of battle became clearer the higher I managed to get into this blasted tower.

*clang... clang....*