On the third day of the global catastrophe, the door of the fishing gear store next door to the fishing tackle shop I ran was smashed open.
While the survivors fight to the death for a piece of bread, my shelves are filled with treasures from various apocalypses.
The warriors of the zombie world exchanged all my fish hooks and lines with strengthening potions;
The scavengers in the wasteland era took out the energy core and only wanted a machete;
There was even an injured fairy from the Xianxia world, pointing at the lighter on my counter, with a trembling voice: "Fellow Taoist, how can I exchange this... This innate fire?"
I used a bunch of "waste" to become the only super supplier in all the apocalypse.
The "Dawn" community I established is the last light of order in this dark wasteland.
Everyone guessed what kind of giant thing was standing behind me, and they were in awe of me.
Until that day, the scarlet Valkyrie who destroyed a tank with one punch in the apocalypse tore apart space and stood in front of my counter.
She pointed at the set of "Dragon King" brand fishing gear gathering dust on the wall, her eyes burning:
"Boss, how do you sell this?"
