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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 >.>

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The one condition I cannot agree to

"By my sixteenth birthday, I was running all sorts of errands for my uncle, hardly ever finding time to go to school or have dinner with my family. At that point, it was also no longer a secret I was working for him, putting a huge strain on my relationship with my father."

This was, without a doubt, the least pleasant part of the whole story. 

Not the part where I nearly went to jail over some misunderstanding, manipulation, and advancing from a gofer to a fall guy. 

Not the part where I became a menace to anyone who dared to talk with me as all the money I earned under my uncle turned me into something much worse than just a spoiled brat - a spoiled young adult. 

It was the part where my naive, arrogant, and self-serving actions created a rift in my family nearly strong enough to tear it into pieces.