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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
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600 Chs

21.3R A Brief Respite

To my surprise, Lise actually looked up at me in defiance. She had already managed to escape my headpat hold, and had even moved herself closer to Anna as if she was taking her side on this.

Then again, what did I expect? "Is this really necessary?"

"Absolutely," Anna deadpanned, her expression looking absolute as she stared at me. "I refuse to let you strain yourself when we've already proven that your injuries are more than how they appear."

I actually winced at that. True enough, I had more than just a few broken ribs and a nasty gash on my side. I had a ton of internal bleeding as well. And while Anna did her best to treat me as best she could, the way she sealed my gash shut had pretty much forced us to let my body do its thing instead.

"Well, I'm pretty sure I'm fine now," I rebutted. "I'm even moving around, right?"