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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

78.5 Ambush

"You just realized that I'm increasing your regimen, didn't you?" my mentor laughed out loud as he leaned on his massive weapon. "Be proud. You've reached approximately seventy percent of your mother's old regimen."

 

Oh? On that, I raised an eyebrow, "Am I now?"

 

"I'm sure you can hold your own against a majority of the Primzahls now," he mused, hefting his hammer over his shoulder as he snickered. "Beating them, however?"

 

I chuckled at his unanswered question. Now he was just teasing me... "Need I remind you that I somehow almost managed to fight you to a standstill once?"

 

Technically a lie, seeing as he was holding back at the time. Still, it had to count, right?

 

"If you think that was the equivalent of fighting a Primzahl at their peak, then you're sorely mistaken," he smirked. "But you already know that, don't you?"