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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

"You see?!" I practically exploded in excitement as my hands moved animatedly in front of me. "The sauce makes all the difference, right?"

"It's so savory and yet..." The young chef visibly struggled to put words into her mouth as her previous bite still lingered in her cheeks. "So light and creamy?"

I found myself making a fist pump at a job well done as she described how it tasted. It was the intended taste, after all. The creaminess of the egg would balance the savory flavor of the demi-glace, making it filling, and at the same time, make you crave for more with each bite. It was a flavor bomb that made sure you wouldn't be able to eat anything else for the next few hours, and that would make it ridiculously lucrative if it ever went off in this town.

"Right? And can you see yourself eating more after you finish that bowl?"

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