In the Cretaceous, I Marry the Demon Cult’s Saintess from the Start

“I’d rather marry that beggar than...”

“Fine! Holy Maiden, this old man will grant your wish!”

As everyone stared in disbelief, the Holy Maiden of the demonic sect actually married a beggar at the door who had asked for water.

But... he doesn’t seem like an ordinary beggar.

With a single fishing rod, he’s invincible under heaven.

The rod is just a stick he picked up by the roadside, and the line is thread pulled from his wife’s stockings.

On the eve of the fifth mass extinction, in the Cretaceous period, he casts his line and reels in fragments of memory, gathering the pieces of his former self: the civilization’s silent guardian, who kept humanity’s secrets.

There is still hope for human civilization.