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God Of Crafting

For five years, I've lived the life of a failure. Smashing my hands against the wooden target in hopes of entering a meditative state; a necessary step to becoming a cultivator. For five years, I've faced nothing but disappointment, looks of pity, and meager attempts at encouragement. But everything has to come to an end. An end, that for me, became a new beginning! Circuits, wires, and capacitors? Or maybe spirit powder, Spricur crystals, and Qi gathering formations? In a world where cultivation is, for most, merely a hobby and the worlds of mysticism and science are divided, I shall be the one to craft a bridge between the two! Why rely on ancient arrays to harness dense Qi? Isn't it easier to buy one of my converters, plug it into the wall, and be done with it? Is your gaming console malfunctioning, yet no tech shop can find the cause? Have you tried this the exorcising swatter 3.0? And you! Yes, you, the one whose reflection appears on the screen on your phone once you block it! Why would you buy static figurines if you can come to my shop... And get your hands on waifus that will actively flirt with you? Come all ye troubled souls, and allow this God to craft a solution to all your problems! ***Technical side of things*** Daily release: 2ch/day Sunday release: 3ch + accumulated bonus chapters from mass release goals listed below ////////////All Milestones are subject to change/////////////// For every 100 winwin unlocks: 2 bonus chapters For every 50 ps: 1 bonus chapter For every 3 reviews: 1 bonus chapter Supergifts: 3 bonus chapters Me having a good day: 1 bonus, not-mass release chapter a day on days it applies >.>

MotivatedSloth · Urban
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<Not yet>

Ever since I started playing with forces that… no, forces that no one could understand, my perception of the flow of time continued to shift, deteriorating from the norm.

It happened for the very first time when the ball of energy I accidentally created decided that, rather than exploding, it would just go somewhere where it could exist in perpetuity, forever holding onto its potential yet never actually unleashing it.

The second time it happened was just recently, when the constant injection of more and more spiritual energy bloated this already unstable ball of energy to its limits, only for the connection to my constitution to serve as an anchor that pulled this disaster back to reality.

In both of those cases, my perception of time morphed, allowing me to experience a single instant of it—a frame of time removed from its actual flow. A single frame of the movie called "everything."

But now, it was different.