I Sewed Stitches for Gods at the Funeral Home

[Urban supernatural powers + The revival of the gods + Decisive and ruthless + Extreme violent aesthetics]

A high fever five years ago turned Chen Ji’s world into writhing mosaics.

In his eyes, people had no features, only indistinct patches of color.

Then, on a typhoon night at the funeral home in the western suburbs, a female corpse he was stitching up suddenly opened her eyes.

At that moment, Chen Ji realized

only “gods” appeared in high definition.

He was once a prodigy who dazzled the medical world, but after saving someone by opening their airway, he was sued for 300,000 yuan and became a despised corpse-sewer working through the night.

Now, armed with a rusty utility knife, he has awakened the [Silent Operating Room of the Gods].

That night, he slit open a god’s throat and transplanted the [Thunderous Voice];

that night, he cut open a monster’s belly and fused with the [Gluttony Stomach].

From then on, a silent hunt began beneath the city’s neon lights.

The usually kind cafeteria lady is a gluttonous beast that chops students to pieces;

the sanctimonious school doctor is a collective of worms parasitizing brains;

the stern head of year is a snake monster that stretches out its neck to spy…

In this world, where the gods keep humanity penned like livestock, Chen Ji nudged the rimless glasses on his nose and looked at the “high-definition ingredients” filling the school. A cold smile curled his lips.

“Don’t move. This is the best place to make the incision.”

“I’m a doctor. I’m just here to perform a debridement operation on this maddened world.”