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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

27.6 Fighting Retreat

Following his eyesight, I avoided the first attack by briefly flitting towards the nearest available cover, the fireball exploding on contact with the charred wood as I resumed my mad dash toward my sister. The images still colored my mind every time I saw her lying prone on the ground, but my rage and determination spurred me on as I anticipated the second fireball's direction and speed. Dashing to my right as I narrowly avoided being burnt to a crisp by the second attack, I pushed forward towards the waiting Primzahl, my stride becoming ever so slightly longer with each step that I took.

"IMPRESSIVE."

Baring my swords at the ready, I wasn't going to delude myself that I could simply swipe my sister off the ground when the Primzahl was standing right next to her. It would only invite the possibility of a counterattack the moment I exposed my bare back to the guy.

*FWOOSH! FWOOSH!*