Fishing at the End of the World: I Reel in a Nuclear Reactor from the Start

[Post-apocalyptic survival + random System loot boxes + cutting-edge technology + ruthless protagonist]

The world enters the Age of Exploration, as floods submerge the continents and unending rain pours down.

Every survivor starts with nothing but a wooden raft. Supplies must be salvaged, and survival comes down to luck.

Reborn Su Mo knows how cruel the future apocalypse will be: extreme cold, sea beasts, zombie hordes, and human nature, more terrifying than any monster.

This time, he awakens the [God-Tier Random Fishing System]. He refuses to be a gambler at the mercy of others again. He’ll be the god who makes the rules!

Others fish. He fishes for nuclear bombs.

Others build boats. He builds aircraft carriers.

Others struggle to survive in the jaws of sea monsters. He raises them to guard his home.

[Thunderstorm + lightning rod = S-rank cold fusion reactor!]

[Foggy weather + stale bread = S-rank fully automated tactical AI!]

[Blood moon night + enemy’s blood = SSS-rank juvenile deep-sea Leviathan!]

Months later, the monopoly “Ark Alliance” gathers a thousand warships, intending to wipe out the only “illegal force” in the waters.

Looking at the dense cluster of red dots on his radar, Su Mo stands atop an iron kingdom as majestic as a mountain, a cold smile tugging at his lips.

He gently swings his fishing rod and yanks a bolt of lightning down from storm clouds ten thousand meters above.

“Welcome to my fishing grounds, everyone.”

“Since you’re here, you can all become my bait.”