I Am a Tailor in the Heavens

Lynch, the waste picker No. 7794 Of the Blue Star Federation, lives in an abandoned compressor and makes a living by picking up garbage. Until he picked up a Cybertron mechanical core and was hit in the head by the remnant soul of a Five Elements cultivator. [The Vientiane sewing system is activated. [Sewable material detected: E-level mechanical core × Five Elements Remnant Soul. Sew? He pressed yes. The world hasn't been right since. Spirit stones drive nanomachines? Seam. The speed force coupled with the great movement of the universe? Seam. Cthulhu's tentacles as sutures? Seam. Someone asked him what he was—a cultivator of immortality? Mechanic? Magician? Martial arts master? Lynch thought for a while: "Tailor." Others rely on practicing, taking medicine, and working hard to upgrade. He upgraded by visiting the material market, touching corpses, and dismantling the enemy's ultimate moves to use as materials. Jiugong Pavilion of Wanfa Tiancheng said that he was the most talented suturer in history. The ancestors of the world of high martial arts said that he was an unreasonable rule breaker. A projection of the goddess of magic descends, begging him not to sew her divinity. Cthulhu crawled over from the depths of the universe and was sewn into the cracks in the void. He ends up sitting on the black hole throne, drinking happy water and watching the multiverse slowly stitch itself back together. "Have you finished sewing? Then I'll take it apart and sew it again for fun." All things can be sewn, and all heavens are materials. The only thing that can't be sewn is his fun.