One-line pitch: If My Own Swordsman were set in the interstellar age, it would probably feel like this.
1. Everyday business + interstellar adventures + civilization-building, all about “the whole universe in one alley”
2. Six companions with wildly different personalities, from bickering rivals to family
3. One bizarre order per chapter, with plenty of laughs and plenty of warmth
4. From renovating Earth to exploring the multiverse, but hot pot is always on the dinner menu
I'm Lin Xiaomo, a 25-year-old unemployed programmer, forced to inherit a rundown repair shop in an alley.
I thought I'd spend the rest of my life fixing pipes and appliances, until...
A mechanical courier knocks on my door in the middle of the night. “Boss, my emotion module is leaking electricity. Can you fix it?”
A bird spirit lodger pokes its head down from the rafters. “Can you get me Wi-Fi after the repair? I'm halfway through my show!”
A mechanical assistant boots up. “Based on data analysis, this shop's monthly profit probability is 0.03%.”
Only later did I learn that Grandpa had left me license number 9999 in the Interstellar Repair Shop Registry.
My customers range from the Great Wall's dragon ley line and the Palace Museum's imperial cats to Martian silicon-based trees, Venusian art clouds, and the owner of a black hole restaurant...
The CEO of Titan Industries flies into a rage. “You repaired a spaceship with mortise-and-tenon joinery?!”
I silently pull out a pool cue. “How about we have hot pot first?”
After all, the first rule of the universe's supreme repair manual is:
No matter where you're from, once you arrive, you're an alley regular.
[Excerpts from the Repair Diary]
• Fixed Li Bai's long johns today (he transmigrated here from the Tang dynasty)
• A customer who was a man-eating flower says it's a vegetarian (but it's drooling)
• K7 the robot wants to fall in love, so I wrote him a book called The Baffling Things Humans Do
