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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

69.2 Discovery

"To clarify, you suffer from this 'Depression,' correct?" Mathilde inquisitively asked from her place beside her twin.

 

I nodded in the stoic twin's direction, "Unfortunately, yes. I'd feel miserable at times when I shouldn't be, overthink things to a point that would make me feel bad, and just overall make me act irrationally against my own better judgment."

 

Lise's grip on my hand tightened as she gave me reassuring smile. It was a small comfort while coming clean, to think that my equally neurotic sister was doing so beside me. She had already said earlier that she'll come clean as well in solidarity with myself, but I insisted that I do so first if only to make it easier for the others to understand.

 

"I still don't understand why we're even doing this," Phillipe chimed in with his annoying voice once more. "Shouldn't we focus on more important stuff like, I don't know, keeping ourselves alive?"