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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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Shop'nt

"Your father's men are moving fast…" I admitted in a defeated, exasperated voice as I watched Claire's shop being practically dismantled on the spot. 

Not the building itself, obviously, given how she rented or owned merely a single business location over the entire thing, but everything that made this place into Claire's shop was now either fully disassembled or outright gone. 

'There goes my source of inspiration,' I thought, struggling to believe how quick some things could happen. 

It wasn't even a day since when I started to live with Claire. In fact, with the plan now safe in my head, we ventured out to get some fresh air so that I could work out the finer details of my ideas. 

As one could expect, Claire's shop was the first place I wanted to visit, given the variety of various parts and tools that could give me the inspiration necessary to give my plans a solid form of a proper concept.