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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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Tunnel warfare (Part 1)

"Alpha team, moving to position," Eric whispered, perfectly certain that the high-quality microphone sewn into his collar would be able to pick his voice up.

In reality, however, he didn't need to call his actions at all, for it was merely a habit he developed back during his time in the actual military.

Right now, under the employment of the cultivation clan, there was no need for him to follow all or even any of the protocols he was so used to…

But he wasn't the only former military in the group. In fact, everyone in his unit was a veteran. A veteran of actual combat rather than one who earned his badges by peeling potatoes during canteen duty or by counting bolts in the warehouse.

No.

Everyone in Eric's team was a proper veteran, perfectly well-accustomed to the presence of danger, the dangers lurking in every shadow, and the risk of the whole operation going haywire at any given moment.