MotivatedSloth

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 >.>

God Of Crafting

"Would you?" I asked as we parted our lips, only to raise and slide my hand up Claire's side, track the curvature of her waist turning into her chest, over her armpit, and across her neck, all the way to the point where my hand laid down on her cheek.

Moving my hand just a little bit higher, I locked Claire's bottom lip between my thumb and the side of my forefinger, pulling it down as if to open her mouth for another kiss.

Claire's hands moved up and rested down on my chest as she obediently followed my guidance, allowing me to pull her mouth open… and thus rendering herself unable to voice her answer.

Instead, she pushed the top of her head down, wrapping her upper lip down against my finger only to then look up, giving me a perfect look at her upturned eyes.

The likely reason behind the kidnapping attempt