Doomsday Convoy: I Have an All-Purpose Fishing Rod

The blood moon hangs overhead, the rules have collapsed, and the land has become a hunting ground for uncanny creatures. Humanity’s only way to survive is to drive steel fortresses in an endless migration through the eternal night.

Lin Jin, a former apocalypse investigator, has only one keepsake: a universal fishing rod from a “past civilization.” (He can fish once every week he survives.)

While everyone else mounts machine guns and turrets on their vehicles, he casts a fishing line from the roof.

Others fish up mutated monsters. He fishes up:

· A ray of sunlight, opening a brief haven inside his vehicle;

· Three seconds of lost time, strangely reversing a terrifying attack;

· A fragment of a mad muttering, revealing the truth behind the next catastrophe;

Until one day, to everyone’s horror, he casts with all his might, and his line cuts through the blood moon’s sky. He reels in an intact fragment of another world.

Only then does he understand that his rod isn’t fishing in ponds and oceans, but in all of existence as it sinks into ruin. He must use it to fish up a path to survival for humanity’s wandering fleet.