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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

Side-effects (2)

Normally, holding Claire in a princess carry as she now rather peacefully dozed off within my arms would be enough to get me going like crazy. 

Maybe not even in the strictly erotic sense, but rather by filling my heart with a sense of great warmth, something that no mere sexual attraction could ever match. 

A sense of the warmth of the other person, the trust necessary for her to only gain peaceful sleep when held close in my arms, and the welcoming manner in which her limbs wrapped around me. All of those things combined created what I could only describe as being showered in silent, mature, and intimate affection. 

But that's how it was supposed to feel. 

And with Chihiro's words still ringing at the back of my head, I simply could not perceive this moment as such. 

'Thinking about it, isn't he quite right?'