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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 · 奇幻
分數不夠
600 Chs

[Bonus chapter]40.7 Day Job

"Kill him!"

"Teach him a lesson!"

The crowd roared around us as the spectacle we were putting out had probably attracted more audience members to witness this farce of a battle. Resetting myself by putting some distance between myself and my opponent, I adjusted the grip on my weapon once more as I adopted a reverse grip on my blade, my stance dropping low on the ground in a way that felt more natural to me than simply standing around and waiting for the idiot to strike.

 

Time to go on an offensive.

 

Pumping my legs, I kicked off the ground at a speed that I hadn't known I was even capable of. Lunging straight at the woman, I pulled my arm back in an attempt to graze her legs and whittle her down. It wouldn't do damage, but it'll cripple her to the point of maybe having her surrender and stop attacking me.