The Whole Server Laughs at My Bad Luck, but My Island Is Already Surrounded by Crowds

"Sigh, all I caught today was another rock. What terrible luck." I sighed and posted a message in the public channel, earning a wave of sympathy and a few cheap words of consolation.

They all thought I was the unluckiest fisherman in the region. Even the helper I'd caught, a "strongman" who could only carry rocks, was utterly unremarkable.

Late at night, when all was quiet, I shut off the channel and walked to the other side of the island.

In the moonlight, I could see my little island. I laid my palm over the fishing rod. A flash of light, and an identical fishing rod appeared.

Tomorrow, they'll keep feeling sorry for me, while my island will be bigger than all of theirs put together.