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

Claire's voice was the first thing I heard when I regained consciousness…

No, when I've finally grown too tired to keep maintaining the agitated state of my very own spiritual core.

"Huh?" Startled, I took a step back only to see a pile of pairs of wooden blocks… Now perfectly sanded down to the round shape I imagined them to be.

With the strings that held each of the pairs now gone, I could only assume that I'd already glued the pieces together, which only served to pose one hell of an important question.

"Did I fill them in?" I accidentally asked out loud, too startled to control what was just the voice in the back of my head and what I actually spelled out loud.

"You are finally back…" Claire's greatly concerned voice finally pressed me to look away from the sanding machine and at the girl, whose extremely worried face only served to drive the point home.

It's not a grass-cutting kind of a Scythe