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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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On the project grounds

"We are all ready and willing, so how about we cut on the small talk and just get going?" Too tired to give any damn about etiquette or the ceremony of the moment, something all the more important given not only the presence of the city's mayor but also a whole slew of his retainers… I just cut to the chase and said the words everyone was secretly hoping to hear. 

"Wait, Tim, are you alright?" Clayton suddenly broke his majestic persona and stepped closer, clearly noticing the signs of exhaustion all over my face. 

Actually, it would be hard for someone NOT to notice the bags under my eyes, the unfocused look in my eyes, or how I constantly had to combat my eyelids to stop them from closing down and thus luring me into standing slumber.