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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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271 Chs

Hiding in plain sight

"Are you sure you are alright?" Chihiro asked as he glanced over in my direction. 

'Do I look like I'm alright?' I thought, raising my exhausted eyes to match the man's glance and then throwing all of my complaints, all of my exhaustion, all of my problems… right into the stare I gave right back to the man. 

"Yeah, I'm fine," I rolled my eyes as I responded, too damn tired to give even a single fuck about courtesy of manners. 

I've pulled a full all-nighter doing nothing but soldering the circuit boards, an accomplishment that grew all the harder when Claire suddenly decided I was pushing myself and tried to get me to stop. 

If I did stop as she wanted, however, then we would end up with merely half of the circuit boards that we had now. And given how the number of the circuit boards now pretty much matched the number of the plastic frames. And with all the other resources allegedly already moved into the project's warehouse…