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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

48.4 Assistance

With the intensity of an exploding volcano, Jen went off on the idiot that dared to call me a fvcking barbarian right in my face. It was a good thing I'd been called worse. If not, this guy's ass wouldn't even last a second if I ever choose to lay it on to him.

 

"Listen to the kid, sir," I moved forward, leaning on the counter while making sure that the knife was flashing in front of me. "We wouldn't want any... untoward incident to ever happen to you now, don't we?"

 

"T-Threats? You're threatening me?!"

"If you put it like that, then maybe I am," I flashed the fatso a thinly-veiled grin as I played with the knife in my hands. "Quite frankly, however, I'd prefer it if we called it... a negotiation, yes?"

 

The so-called leader of the merchant guild visibly sweated at the insinuation I was giving out. Or maybe it was the heat starting to get to him. Either way, I had the initiative in this conversation.

 

"Rouge?"