Global Cataclysm: My Fishing Tackle Shop Connects to All Worlds

On the third day of the global catastrophe, my fishing tackle shop broke through the door of the pharmacy next door. While survivors fight to the death over a single loaf of bread, my shelves are stocked with treasures from all kinds of apocalyptic worlds. A warrior from a zombie world traded enhancement potions for all my hooks and fishing line; a scavenger from the wasteland offered an energy core in exchange for a single machete; even an injured fairy from a xianxia world pointed at the lighter on my counter, her voice trembling: “Fellow cultivator, how… how much for this primordial flame?” With a pile of “junk,” I became the only super-supplier in every apocalypse. The “Dawn” community I built is the last beacon of order in this dark wasteland. Everyone speculates about the tremendous power backing me and treats me with awe. That is, until the day the apocalypse’s Crimson Valkyrie, who can shatter a tank with one punch, tore through space and appeared in front of my counter. She pointed at the dust-covered “Dragon King” fishing set on the wall, eyes shining: “Boss, how much for this?”