Chen Mo is immortal and is tired of living.
On the day when the zombie virus broke out, he sighed, and finally he could just lie down - he couldn't die anyway, so why bother fighting?
When the survivors were fighting for power, he fished for radioactive fish near the nuclear blast pit: "This fish looks really unique."
When new civilizations were established and destroyed, he swung his pole from the tower of the sunken city: "The wind is blowing well today."
When the legend of the "Old Fishing God" was worshiped in the later century, he himself dozed by the swamp: "Don't make any noise, the fish are coming."
Until one day, a devout church dug up the bait jar he had buried three hundred years ago.
"Found it! The divine bait! The divine bait that can save the world!"
Chen Mo looked at the believers kneeling in the swamp and yawned:
"That's the corn I've pickled... Forget it, just take it if you want it."
"By the way, who can tell me——"
"How many years do I have to lie down in this broken world before I can fish quietly for a while?"
