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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

29.5 Preparations

A number of nods took place in front of me, the only one not participating being Lise as she looked torn between agreeing with the rest and looking at me with guilt in her eyes.

Dammit, Lise. If you agree with them, then agree with them. "It's okay, Lise. I've been overruled. We'll stick to the plan for now."

My sister clearly had another bout of guilt wash over her as she refused to look me in the eye, her shoulders shaking ever so slightly before straightening out of composure. That's my girl.

Still, my mind was actually made up about this idea, much to my own chagrin. I was going to make it work somehow, even with or without anyone's help.

"I supposed we're dismissed then," I announced, chuckling at the situation that we were all in. "You're all free to go. Not that I was stopping you in the first place."