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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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193 Chs

Breaking the Ice of morning awkwardness

The casual clacking of the cutlery hitting the plates turned into the background song of my first breakfast with Claire. 

On one hand, this was likely the best breakfast I had in my life. 

From the expensive yet still convenient plates, through the huge array of various foods that we could pretty much choose whatever we wished from, all the way to a team of three chefs standing behind the huge countertop of the open kitchen, readily preparing more and more snacks for us to choose from… 

Every bit of this simple meal spelled luxury, not to even mention Claire in loose loungewear sitting right across the table and giving me quite the show of her cleavage moving while she silently ate… 

But on the other hand, it was also the most stressful breakfast I've had in my entire life. 

The silence, broken only by the slight noise from the kitchen and the tapping of our silverware against the porcelain was strangely deafening.