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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

Leaving my soup to the side, Lise left my bedside in favor of pulling out something from... behind my bed?

I couldn't even voice out my opinions as I watched Lise reach out for whatever it was she was trying to get from behind me. After a few seconds of rummaging over my immobile body, Lise pulled out a large continuous scroll the size of a decent poster from just behind my head. My eyes widened as I felt the telltale sensation of paper rubbing through my bandaged head as Lise dismounted my bed in favor of taking what I assumed to be the map towards the center of the room.

When the hell did that get behind me? I didn't recall someone ever using my room as a storage facility. Did that mean that they had already planned for my room to be the central meeting room despite my condition?!

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