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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 · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
600 Chs

18.11 Sneak Attack

LISE

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Lise didn't even hear the last few words uttered by the bastard as her eyes trained themselves solely on the forming pool of blood dripping from her brother's mouth. Her heart sank even further as seconds felt like minutes in her mind; worry, grief, logic, and rage all boiling down to an unholy and distilled concoction of a maelstrom. Two words echoed themselves repeatedly in her mind despite her better half urging her that it wasn't the case, that she was merely overreacting and that there was no way that it could ever happen...

'He's dead... He's dead... He's dead... He's dead...'

It was irrational. She knew that it wasn't the case, but her heart screamed at her in grief and anger.

*CLANG!*

With a speed of a berserking demon, Lise managed to close the gap between her and the gigantic man in a single instant, her arms buckling as she swung her sword with all her might.

"YOU KILLED HIM! YOU FVCKING KILLED HIM!"