ChellyArks

"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

Smith and Wesen: A Modern Blacksmith's Magical Reincarnation

I placed a hand on my chin, my other hand tugging on my thick clothing, "So... we have like, five or six months left?"

"It's more than enough, in my opinion," Anna scoffed. "You have a plan, right?"

Yikes... "In a sense... I still want us to have a planning session later tonight."

I winced as I watched Lise getting bodied by Grigori in the background. While my sister was infinitely faster than the man, she shared the same weakness as me in the fact that she lacked any sort of stopping power to even try and breach his defenses. His shouts of advice in the distance sounded positively amused while my sister's visage looked like she was about to burst a vein from the indignation of being unable to even land a hit.

Heh... I shouldn't be enjoying watching my sister getting beaten by an old man.

"I see," Anna hummed. "Should I tell the others?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "We'll do it later during supper time."

68.3 Progress