My name is Li Ziran, a prosthetic body cultivator in the underground city.
Other doctors repair robotic arms and electronic eyes, but my patients are a little different.
That day, a gangster who called himself "Taibai Jinxing" used a piece of scrap jade to pay off his debt. In the middle of the night, a maintenance order pops up on the jade pendant - "Maintenance target: Nezha. Fault: abnormal noise in the right shoulder, unable to sleep."
I thought it was some rich second-generation custom-made prosthetic body that was pretending to be a ghost, but after I accepted the order, I discovered that the thing to be repaired was in the forbidden area of the heaven.
And Tianting is an interstellar colony ship that crashed thousands of years ago. Nezha's arms can really make noise, Yang Jian's eyes are really astigmatism, and Sun Wukong's golden cudgel is made of memory metal.
When I repaired Nezha's shoulder joint, he stared at my toolbox and said, "This thing was left behind by the 'Master Qitian' who built the ship back then."
Everyone thinks that the way I fix things is like a magician who performs great tricks. But the gods know that I am their only repairman.
