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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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"Log the target's successful entry into the staging area."

Cassie's chin rested on her knees as she sat curled up. As unhealthy as it was, she found this position strangely relaxing.

Her grandpa, as strict as he could be with everyone else, wouldn't care how she sat as long as she did her job well. As long as his expectations were met, he pretty much gave her complete autonomy in how to use the clan's resources for whatever ends she wanted to pursue.

And right now, it was Cassie's time to shine.

"Grandfather," Cassie turned to the old man sitting in a massive, active-foam chair while observing a selection of screens mounted on the high-rise apartment's wall.

Cassie herself sat on her gaming chair with her legs curled up, her hands gently and leisurely tapping at her filthy expensive floating keyboard.

"Proceed."

The old man's voice filled the high-end office/apartment.

Quite notably, there wasn't a hint of hesitation in his tone.