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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

What part did I skip? How did we get here?!

"A perfect breakthrough?" 

I raised my eyebrow as I heard the unfamiliar term. 

And the instant hit of curiosity was strong enough to, kind of, knock me out of my trance. 

The shock on Claire's face proved that, at least to some degree, she understood the implication of what just happened. 

'Maybe that's what this perfect breakthrough is about?' I thought, rationally connecting her words to the emotional state she was in. 

But as seconds passed, Claire's face only sank into greater and greater shock. 

It was a weird show of her face slowly draining out of all its colors.

Whatever she herself understood about it, I've also just proved my theory. And from the weight of presence exploding all over the room, I could see I was right. 

"A perfect breakthrough," Claire sighed and slowly raised her strangely tired eyes. She then bit down on her bottom lip as she looked up at me.