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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

21.4R A Brief Respite

Against my better judgment, I tried to fight back against Anna's attempts at getting me to 'de-stress.' Sure, I was more than fine with having someone as beautiful and graceful-looking as Anna straddling me and showing herself off for my own benefit, but I really didn't like the fact that she was doing this simply because I apparently needed to let off some steam.

"A-Anna," I stuttered out, my arms trying and failing to push her off me as she all but pinned me down on the bed. "You don't have to do this."

"I assure you that I'm doing this because I want to, Leader," she quickly rebutted, her dress now fully removed from her person as she exposed her all to me. "It's the least I can do after... all of that."

I froze at her sudden change of tone. The guilt in her voice was more than apparent even as she did her best to sound as seductive as possible. Why? As far as I know, she hadn't done anything wrong.