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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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209 Chs

The goal of the sixth stage and the tool to achieve it

Something was going on. 

I wasn't blind enough not to notice the small bits and fragments of weird behaviors, glances, or words. And while sure, I have yet to piece everything together, that much was clear: there was something going on that I wasn't updated about. 

Then again… 

If something was really going on, Claire was clearly, for the lack of a better word, in on it. And that begged just one question. 

'Do I trust her?'

On the more rational stance, my best bet was to gather up my energy and scrap, escaping from whatever this girl was cooking that she deemed better not to inform me about. 

But on the other hand… 

'What would be the point? I'm a goose laying golden eggs, so how could they consider me as anything but their most prized asset?'