"Boss, can this broken sword be reattached?"
Shen Xiao pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, looked at the fragments of the imperial weapon in front of him that could tear apart space, and said calmly: "Two hundred yuan, pick it up in the afternoon."
In the eyes of passers-by, he is just a lonely repairman guarding an old alley. But in the eyes of the world's top superpowers, he is a "fixer of order" who walks on the edge of reality and illusion.
An old-fashioned radio he casually repaired became a forbidden object that could listen to the whispers of gods; a disabled beggar he casually pointed out became a white-haired sword god who shocked the country.
When the outer gods came and tried to tear apart the earth's crust, Shen Xiao just slowly rolled up his sleeves, held the silver carving knife, and sighed softly: "The loopholes in this world are becoming increasingly difficult to mend."
That night, the whole world saw it - on the cracked sky, a huge hand was threading needles and threads to sew the sky back together!
"Now, who gave you permission to destroy my work?"
