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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

48.1 Assistance

Patience. The unending virtue of the ultimate saint. As someone that was sorely lacking in this department, I had no right in lecturing anyone about this subject, let alone tell someone to just wait and let the chips fall down where they may lie when I, myself, had the patience of a fvcking firework. Granted, my patience would be considered pretty decent so long as it came to matters I didn't really give a shvt about, but if it came to the stuff that really mattered, I was pretty fvcking impatient to the point of leaving even my friends behind if it meant I get to finish faster.

Unfortunately, the same was pretty much the norm for anyone, especially for those that were barely past their teens.

"It smells so bad!"

Ignoring Jen's shouts about the awful smell permeating her stall, I waved a hand over my nose as I stared at the disaster that was my first attempt at a demi-glace sauce.