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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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Only if you come out of the gates storming

"Oh, so this is like… a wholesaler?" I asked as we sat down in what was supposed to be a room yet turned out to be closer to a VIP-longue one could expect in a nightclub or some of the more obvious karaoke places.

The room itself consisted of large, perfectly comfy cushions arranged all around the room's edges with a massive, glass table filling its middle.

Right now, the room was lit up pretty evenly, killing the vibe this place was designed to have. Yet, judging by the switch box right by the entrance, one could return the proper atmosphere to this place with just a few flicks of switches and dials. 

"Pretty much, yeah," Claire said as she put the bags down on the floor before happily jumping down onto the cushions and releasing a long, exhausted yet satisfied groan. 

"Now, that hit a spot," she muttered while sinking further and further down into cushions like some alien form of quite the adorable slob.