Island Survival: I Caught Daji While Fishing

Hundreds of millions of people vanished all at once from every corner of the world. Each found themselves alone on an island surrounded by ocean, with a fishing rod suddenly in their hands. Lin Jiu was one of them.

The fishing rod in Lin Jiu's hand was different from everyone else's. A faint purple-blue glow shimmered across its surface, making it look just like an enchanted fishing rod from Minecraft.

"I'm at your command, Master~"

Daji? I'll take that!

Han Xin? I'll take that!

Japanese referee? Get in the sea and feed the sharks!

Rem!!!…

While everyone else was still hungry, grumbling and cursing, he was lying on Daji's snowy-white thighs, sipping an 82-year-old Coke and basking in the sun. What a life.