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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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271 Chs

Unopportune confession

Just walking the short distance from the estate's main gate to its actual entrance was a massive pain in the bottom. 

At every step, I felt like all the servants just happened to be working around, keeping us under close watch as we stumbled home. 

Even getting past the doors didn't help, as only more staff appeared around, pretty much escorting us with knowing smiles all the way back to the private part of the mansion. 

'Honestly, I can hardly fault them,' I thought when I finally hid in our bedroom and helped Claire to get down to the bed. 

Escorting her all this way, under all those curious and mischievous smiles of the staff took a much greater tool than I ever expected it to. And it was all because of how Claire, for some unknown reason, just couldn't stop stupidly grinning!