In the conceptual era, the strong fish for "love" and "wealth" and create legends.
And I, Lu Yuan, have a recognized talent of trash - I can only catch the world's "garbage": a shadow of childhood, a ray of despair that no one cares about.
They laughed at me as a conceptual scavenger and a rag collector from the Air Force.
Until the alien gods came and tried to drain away all the "hope" of human civilization.
The strongest fishing saints in the world joined forces to catch the dazzling "courage", "wisdom" and "love", but they were like nothing in the sea and were eaten by the gods as snacks.
When the whole world was in despair, the man who was always in the air force by the river, carrying an old fishing box, stood in front of the world-destroying divine light.
"Negotiation? Offering?"
He shook his head, and skillfully threw out the rusty fishing rod amidst the mockery of millions of eyes and gods.
"My fishhook is allergic to beauty."
"But it bites things that are... Not very respectable."
"For example -"
"The severe pain of being betrayed by a loved one, the centuries-old sorrow accumulated at the bottom of civilization, and..."
He looked directly at the god and smiled slightly:
"Before you became a god, the last thing you wanted to remember was when you were a mortal... The cold 'fear'."
"I told you, I specialize in collecting rags."
"Today, I'm here to give you, who is above me——"
"Do a conceptual level, 'garbage classification'!"
