I'm Not a Tailor
A red star fell to earth, technology vanished, and monstrous beasts ran rampant. The martial way reigned supreme.
In a corner of Dawnlight City stood a tailor shop. Its owner, Chen Mo, mended battle robes and altered uniforms. He greeted everyone with a smile and seemed utterly harmless.
That is, until monstrous beasts surrounded the city and its defensive formation shattered.
He casually pulled out a needle and stitched the sky back together.
Everyone stared at him in terror. “Who are you, really?”
Chen Mo lowered his head and threaded the needle. “A tailor. Can't you see?”
Only his former subordinates knelt in the ruins, weeping. “Martial God... you're still alive!”
His body had been destroyed, his memories were incomplete, and his cultivation had returned to zero.
Three years ago, the strongest Martial God, Ling Xiao, had perished alongside the Lord of the Void. Now he had been reborn in the body of a humble tailor.
His ability was “Mending All Things”: he could stitch battle robes, repair cultivation techniques, mend meridians, and even... patch up the sky.
Walls of air divided the world, and the gates between shattered realms were about to open.
A colossal eye of the void hung overhead, while old enemies sharpened their blades.
Everyone thought the Martial God was dead.
Until that embroidery needle lit up once more.
“Back then I stitched the sky back together. Today, I can stitch every last one of you into the ground.”
