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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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271 Chs

A wave of Qi

"Were you the one to claim the life of my child?!"

I gritted my teeth, for there was hardly anything else I could do at this point. 

This wasn't the physical restraint that forced me to eat dirt before while leaving me a whole lot of options beyond just movement. 

This, however, was different. 

Despite how furiously it bounced against the wall of the Qi-rich air, the domain I've controlled through my scythe, the bubble of influence… just couldn't force its way through this man's power. 

And that left me with what meager Qi I could accumulate within my body alone. 

'What do I…"

"Were you the one…" just as this oppressive being attempted to speak again, some sort of wave cut through the zone. 

It wasn't a physical pressure, not of the kind I've experienced before at the very least. 

It was as if… 

The quality… No, the intent within the Qi in the air had changed…