Me, the Divine Craftsman, Just Want to Retire

As worlds merged and supernatural powers emerged, powerful figures fought tooth and nail over resources and territory. Bai Xiaohei, however, just wanted to live out his retirement in the depths of an alley in an urban village, tending his “Old Goat” smithy, hammering away, petting cats, and teasing his beautiful neighbor. He had no idea who he was. He only knew that he had a natural knack for blacksmithing, and that the things he made were... a little strange.

The small self-defense knife he made for the campus belle next door went “hunting” on its own every night, returning the next morning with a pile of glittering monster cores in its mouth.

The bell he casually crafted for a stray cat made every rat within a hundred meters dance the tango in unison. It could also warn him of any danger within a kilometer.

A down-on-her-luck beauty and swordmaster came to ask him for a sword. Using a discarded exhaust pipe and some scrap rebar, he forged one without a second thought. The day it was finished, the winds and clouds changed color. The sword rang through the heavens, and ancient sword techniques appeared on its blade of their own accord. The beauty had an epiphany on the spot and stepped into the realm of the Sword God. From then on, she refused to leave the shop. Her daily duties were serving him tea and chopping firewood.

Before long, a legend began circulating among the world's top powerhouses: somewhere in the city lived an indescribable “artisan,” whose creations were the only ticket to the realm of the gods.

Bai Xiaohei: “Sigh, I just want to be a good-for-nothing. Why is that so hard?”