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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
209 Chs

Is it a wall if it offers no resistance whatsoever?

'It's going to get quite dangerous… No, lethal when it all comes crashing down, won't it?'

In my current state of mind, my thoughts were quite… paradoxical? 

I could be thinking about thousands of things, calculating ten thousand things more, and yet feel as if I was just leisurely staring ahead with my head completely empty. Then, I could find myself in a moment of break, where all I had to do was just follow the already thought-off motions while thinking about random stuff, yet feel as if there were myriads of thoughts passing through my head at once. 

It felt as if my thoughts simply no longer had any need to follow the usual patterns, with my innate ability somehow freeing them from the restraints of what should be normal… if not what should be possible, to begin with.