Cultivation: The Heavenly Dao General Store, Run by the Junior Sister

After a world-shattering battle, space was as shattered as a cookie dropped on the floor. “Brother Tang,” “A Hai,” “Lord Tongtian,” “Houtu”… one big shot after another made their entrance, then disappeared. The Demon Emperor had wrecked this world even more thoroughly than my summer plans.

I’d started out full of ambition, thinking I could be a “spacetime bricklayer,” patching up the cracks and filling in the holes. Maybe I’d even earn the title of “Master of Plane Repair.”

But after all that effort… well, it turned out I wasn’t repairing the world, I was raising my blood pressure.

Forget saving all living things. Forget repairing spacetime. Let it all be destroyed already. I’m tired.

…I choose to lie flat and let this world figure things out for itself.