Thirty years ago, the abyssal tide came, and thousands of abyssal realms subsided around the world. Only by hunting abyssal beasts and devouring abyssal cores could humans become among the strong.
Jiang Wanzhou was once a recognized genius at Linjiang No. 3 Middle School. He cultivated his true energy purely through hard work and was known as a rare person in a century. However, after a mysterious transfer student defeated him with one move, he "resigned himself to depravity" - sleeping in class, fishing after school, and his face was as pale as paper soaked in water.
No one knows that an old bamboo fishing rod left behind by grandpa can turn any water body in reality into a copy. Every fish caught in the dungeon will be turned into nourishment and poured into his body; every abyssal beast hunted will explode with abyssal cores and technical cores that ordinary people cannot exchange for their lives.
What others see as a useless game is his own way to the top.
On the day the strength tester was punched to pieces, everyone was shocked to realize that the "sick man" had never stopped.
But as the number of gray hairs increased, my father's words before he disappeared, "Don't let the fourth one knock on the door," finally had a faint echo.
Jiang Wanzhou just wanted to fish quietly. Unfortunately, there are always people who won't let him be quiet.
