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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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Reaching into backburner

Going back to normal life after a series of high-octane experiences filled me with nothing but apathy and exhaustion. 

I just didn't have any mental resilience left to face the challenges of the day. 

For now, however, I had nothing better to do but try to make the most out of my breakfast, or rather, of my dinner. 

When boiled down, this, in a way, was an essence of life. One aspect of it that was so mundane, hardly anyone paid it any attention. 

If I wanted to have energy, I actually had to eat energetic food. And ever since I became a cultivator, no matter just how much the villa's chefs tried, it just… 

It wasn't enough. 

Sure, the taste was insane for my peasant mouth, but the food somehow… was lacking.