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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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Golden Abyss

All I did was look ahead.

To be more precise, down the room's window and upon the factory floor.

And yet…

Next thing I knew, I stared right into my very own face, frozen still in the space just a few inches ahead.

But it wasn't just my face.

In the moment of time itself freezing, it was a picture-perfect copy of myself now standing a single step away, staring right back at me with what I believed to also be the perfect copy of my frozen expression.

Where time didn't flow, my muscles couldn't turn or twist to reveal the profound sense of shock of just seeing a copy of myself growing out of the desk with the control panel, clipping through it like some sort of miscalculated projection.

In this timeless realm, I couldn't as much as move a single muscle.

And yet, my hand reached out… or merely mirrored the movement of the strange being right in front of my eyes.

I blinked, as if to clear my eyes from the illusion…