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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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239 Chs

Do I even need to actually move?

I didn't move at all. 

As in, my body didn't move. 

I didn't jump, I didn't rush, nor did I sprint or even run to the back of the aggressor. 

It was all my scythe's doing. Because the moment I felt the desire to bury its tip into the man's heart, it just… appeared in just the right place for me to do so, dragging me over to its new position as a mere after-effect of matching the spiritual node left in that exact place. 

And with just the motion of bringing my scythe to a more ready, slightly lowered position, I ended up pushing the sharp tip of its spiritual blade right into the back of the masked man's heart.

Right as Claire shot out from between the woods, her sporty outfit covered in blood but not nearly as much as as her sword. Her eyes, zeroed in on the target I just reaped, her hand already moving to swing her sword down upon his neck. 

"Wha?!"