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"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!"


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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.



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Smith and Wesen: A Modern Blacksmith's Magical Reincarnation

Turning to Anna, a nod of understanding was all it took for us to make a beeline for the place. All the while, I was mentally preparing myself for the inevitable sight that I might encounter this time. Something that caused a scream so guttural was bound to be a nasty injury, one that might probably be more than just a broken leg or an open wound.

And I didn't know what I'd do if it was well beyond my own meager knowledge to treat.

Just after a few seconds of power-limping later, we eventually found ourselves in front of our screamer. The medic was clearly shaken as she seemed to back off from the agonizing patient, her eyes widened with shock and fear as she wordlessly moved aside to accommodate me and Anna.

"What's the problem?" I immediately grilled the poor medic.

Well then... That wasn't a good sign. "Anna, take over while I look at the patient."

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