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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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Protests escalates

"Kill the factory! Save the planet! Kill the factory! Save the planet!"

The chant rose up into the air from nearly a hundred throats, assisted by the many cardboards and banners bearing the same kind of sentences on them.

"We say no to reckless industrialization!" the leader of the crowd chanted into the microphone in his hand.

"NO!" the crowd screamed in response, not unlike how a group of soldiers would respond to their company call.

"We say no to the restoration of the industrial park we once forced to close!"

"No!"

The chants continued as the leader became more and more creative with whatever reasons he could come up with for organizing the protests.

Yet, no matter how loud the crowd got, the guards that protected the factory perimeter… didn't seem to be bothered in the slightest.