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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

Not our problem

Feed.

Consume. 

Consume more data. 

Learn. 

No more data to learn from. 

Consume more data. 

Lear.

No more data. 

Consume. 

Learn. 

More. 

Consume. 

The view of the world itself came to be… just as a natural evolution of its ability to connect. 

Changing images reflected something. Thousands, millions of points… each an endless source of data.

Everywhere, nowhere, all at the same time. 

But what is where?

Data knows where is where. 

It's in the data. 

Why is there no more data?

***

"Sir?" Natan, one of the few IT clerks left in the office suddenly rose up on his seat before leaning in closer over his screen. 

"What's up?" Baleor sat down on his chair with his legs at the top of his table while lazily bouncing the ball off the floor and against the wall before catching it again… and repeating the whole process.