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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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Claire's Inquisition (part 2)

"Then, how about that air purification thingy?" Claire continued with her questioning, although the slight change in her intonation suggested that she was nearing the end of it. 

"Extending the pattern from earlier, I would say the sixth stage?" I guessed, no longer able to use my earlier line of thinking to come up with any sort of reasonable estimate. 

At that point, Claire smiled widely before casually moving all the way back to my chair until her knees were just an inch away from mine. 

"Dear, if what you said was true, my father would never allow me to put myself as a part of the deal," Claire smiled, too engrossed in her own line of thinking to realize the weight of what she just said. 

'Do I mention it?' I thought while trying to stop the warmth spreading in my lower body from affecting my face.