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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 · 都市
分數不夠
253 Chs

A bus full of contradictions

The inside of the glider-bus was as ridiculous as its outside. Yet, while the outer shell made the whole thing resemble a product of a child's imagination, the insides were as shocking as they were...

No, not just well, perfectly well arranged by what I could only call a design genius.

The whole vehicle was the size of a standard city bus, no bigger nor any smaller. And while from the outside it looked all normal—save for its weird wings—the inside was the opposite of normal.

The metal floor of the passengers' deck was ripped away and replaced by high-class wood, a square meter of which was most likely more expensive than several months' worth of rent back at my old place.

The quality of the floors pretty much reflected the quality of the materials the rest of the vehicle was made of, regardless of whether they only served to tickle the vanity of the bus's owner or if they had an actual, practical usage.