My name is Chen Fan, an ordinary urban fisherman.
After ten years of fishing and ten years of service in the Air Force, I have never caught any serious fish except plastic bags from broken shoes.
Until that day when lightning struck the fishing rod, my life was completely turned upside down.
The fishhook became a dimensional fishing rod, and I caught all the weird props in novels and games ashore.
There are no magic weapons, no heaven-defying techniques,
Just a bunch of junk that makes people laugh until they collapse:
The ever-moving broom that only flies around, the infinite wine glass that only refills air, the regret medicine that makes you regret after taking it...
In this martial arts city where everyone practices martial arts and there are many strong people,
I relied on a bunch of useless props to become a legend.
When people ask me about my martial arts realm, I just say:
"The peak of physical training, never advance, main job is fishing, side job is funny."
An autobiography written for all fishermen, the whole process is true and nonsensical, and you can't stop laughing.
