Fishing Across the Heavens from an Apocalyptic Bus, with a Bus Full of Women from the Start

A flash of white light streaked through the classroom, and the entire nursing class from Yunnan University transmigrated to a terrifying post-apocalyptic world.

The Heavens coldly announced the rules: everyone got a bus, an endless road stretched ahead, Cthulhu's whispers lingered outside the windows, and Eastern demons took shape in the fog. Kill monsters to earn coins. Rest stops are the only safe zones. And Xiang Shaocheng, the only boy among the 50 students, was forced to become the supreme commander of this "bus full of beauties."

The 49 girls in his class were almost all at least an 80 out of 100 in looks, and among them were several peerless beauties capable of captivating an entire kingdom. The moment they transmigrated, ten beams of SSS-rank talent shot into the sky: the Glint-Glint Fruit, Fortune and Misfortune, Giant Warrior, Divine Healing, Dragon Knight, Qimen Dunjia of the Wind Empress... Yet Xiang Shaocheng awakened what seemed to be the most inconspicuous ability of all: [Fishing the Heavens].

One cast a day, fishing at random across the Myriad Worlds.

On the first day, he caught an S-rank Sharingan and a hundred servings of compressed rations.

On the seventh day, the Paw-Paw Fruit sent a Gold-rank Corpse King flying.

On the thirtieth day, Imperial Flame incinerated Cthulhu's minions.

While everyone else struggled to survive the apocalypse, Xiang Shaocheng pondered: Which divine talent should he give to which trusted teammate on the bus today?

"Class monitor, there's a cursed town up ahead!"

"Shaocheng, a convoy to the west wants to trade supplies for three of our girls!"

"Brother Xiang, those five traitors have brought the enemy back with them!"

With control over black-market purchases and the power to eject people from the vehicle, Xiang Shaocheng stood at the front of the bus, his gaze icy. "We don't keep dead weight, and we don't save self-righteous do-gooders. Once a traitor, always a traitor."

As the vehicle evolved from an ordinary bus into a three-story mobile castle, as the greenhouse produced spirit fruit, and as everyone's rooms became as cozy as