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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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243 Chs

Growth pains (double chapter)

Whatever it was that Claire said as my exhaustion took over… 

Well, with my consciousness cutting off the moment my body performed an emergency shut-down, I could only try to guess. 

Yet, when my consciousness finally returned, the distinctive sound coming from just nearby quickly wiped the idea of guessing from my mind as I inherently focused not on the past, but on the present. 

'Is she still…' I thought as I slowly pried my eyes open, only to then start blinking them rapidly to get rid of the surprisingly painful itch on them. 

It felt as if someone forced me to keep my eyes open while having my face submerged in salty water before making me stare right into the sun for hours upon hours only to then throw a fistful of powdered pepper in my face at the end, just for a good measure.