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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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243 Chs

Real stuff that not even kinkiest ASMR can compare to

'In the end, I was still but a frog in the well, huh?'

The majority of my worries at the moment were centered around the amount of energy that I had yet to consume and the increasing rate at which it was rushing back. 

It was a problem that didn't end, that didn't stop, not even when I sensed that the very existence that my eradication of brought upon the current problem… ceased to exist. 

Whatever this spirit, AI, or whatever else it was, at some point, the tendrils of my pure Qi ended up dissolving the last of it, the last few blocks of infected Qi that the intelligence behind them somehow shot through the space, nearly succeeding at bringing forth some sort of an attack upon me. 

In the end, however, even this last of this invisible monster ended up just sizzling away when faced with the overwhelming vortex of the energies all trying to merge into my now-established core.