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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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One Claire-ritto to go!

"Haaa… Haaa… Haaa…"

Looking down at the creation of my own hands and loins, I could do nothing but breathe a sigh of relief while allowing a sense of a job well done to wash over me. 

Below me was nothing else but Claire, currently too busy gasping for air to think about anything else. 

To think about all the water we spilled, to think about all the Qi we absorbed or how she just advanced to the sixth stage. 

Right now, she couldn't even give the slightest fuck about the way she was sprawled down on the floor, all her limbs twitching powerlessly while my sperm continued to spurt out of her convulsing vagina. 

'This looks like a scene of a violent rape or a sex so unrealistically great, it made the girl nearly pass out,' I thought, only for the warm sense of achievement to fill me up from my groins up.