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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

Judgment day. The Day of Reckoning. The Rapture. Ragnarok.

All of these things signified one thing, and that was the end of the world as we knew it. While it would be an overstatement to compare our current situation to the literal end of all life on a given planet, it was still an apt analogy to the events that will inevitably happen in the next few hours or so. Maybe even earlier if we were that unlucky.

It was only a matter of time, I guess. Everyone wished for more time on the clock, but that just wasn't the way the world worked. It would sooner throw you into a trash compactor with just a crowbar and expect you to get out okay than to submit to the pleas of those that have no power over its whimsical choices.

"Yeah. Scouts say they'll be here in about an hour or so, I think."

30.1 Gamble