You Asked Me to Restore Relics, So Why Did I Skin an Evil God?

[Chinese-style Lovecraftian horror + craftsman protagonist + invincible mastermind]

Beneath the neon lights, a stage is set. Some use human bones for drumsticks; others make costumes from the flesh of gods and Buddhas.

This is a bizarre age where “nothing is forbidden,” and every god in the heavens is a man-eating monster.

Li Muyang runs a nearly bankrupt antique restoration shop. His family’s traditional craft is “skin restoration.”

One night, a bleeding “Flesh Bodhisattva” knocked on his door, intent on eating him.

Li Muyang adjusted his glasses and took out a set of rusty carving knives.

“Loose skin, muddy texture. I happen to need a puppet to run errands. You’ll do.”

The next day, a performance of Havoc in Heaven stunned the entire city. Only, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven had a thousand compound eyes and an aura of evil.

Later, forbidden zones descended and ancient gods awakened.

Standing behind the curtain, Li Muyang pulled the strings with all ten fingers and looked down upon the gods. “Since you’re here, none of you are leaving. My troupe... still needs a few more performers.”