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Three thousand years into the star calendar, civilization has become rusty. The big shots sit in the clouds, claiming to be gods under the protection of the algorithm; Han Xiu squats deep in the ruins, mending the rest of his life in the dead silence of the vacuum. He doesn't have the power to move mountains and reclaim seas, he only has a worn-out tungsten steel crowbar. He didn't want to save Starry Sky, he just wanted to fix that old ventilator and let that girl sleep well tonight. "There is nothing in this world that cannot be repaired. If there is, it's because you haven't found the temper for it yet."