I Make up Myths in the Human World

Before my grandfather died, he left me a teahouse, a wordless book, and a sentence: "Don't let those old guys starve to death." I thought the "old guys" were his poker buddies. It wasn't until that old man who drank tea that a thunderbolt struck my TV and crooked it, did I know—— These old guys used to be really "old guys". Marshal Leibu (tea-making version), Zhinu (knitting version), Xingtian (headless and irritable version), Queen Mother of the West's Daughter (internet-addicted otaku version)... A group of bankrupt immortals are hiding in my little teahouse, eating and waiting to die, and fighting each other every day. And my mission is to help them mend the broken godhead piece by piece. To compliment Lei Zhentian, the person he killed must say "I don't blame you." Mending Yun requires someone to wear the things she knits. Fearless punishment... Forget it, he doesn't even have his head. Others practice immortality, upgrade and fight monsters. I cultivated the emotional trauma of immortality. Others ascend to godhood. I want them to learn to be human first. I, Sun Chen. Twenty-eight years old, mortal. I don't understand the laws of the divine world, and I don't understand the reincarnation of heaven. I only ask one thing: "Are you in pain?"