The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

After the system announcement, the entire safe zone fell into a deathly silence.

Immediately afterwards, a wave of overwhelming joy erupted!

Rank B Source Soldier!

That's a divine artifact that only the most elite figures can possess at this stage!

"My God! A B-rank Origin Soldier! Did I hear that right?!"

"I'm no good at killing monsters, but I'm a professional at fishing! My family has been fishermen for three generations!"

A middle-aged man who had spent years lingering on the edge of the safe zone was now trembling with excitement.

"Damn it, nobody stop me! I'm going to show you what a real fisherman is!"

"With a fishing rod in hand, I'm invincible! There's no giant fish I can't hook!"

The roar of a crowd was drowned out by the thunderous cheers and jubilation.

The entire safe zone went crazy.

Rank B Source Soldier!

This vocabulary possesses boundless magic, stimulating the nerves of every player.

Wearing blue overalls, Lao Yan silently squeezed out of the frenzied crowd.

He was in his fifties, his face weathered by time, but his eyes were frighteningly sharp.

The sudden launch of the entertainment mode piqued his interest.

At this moment, many people headed towards the wilderness outside the safe zone to find fishing spots.

However, he didn't move, watching as someone handed a Source Crystal to a skinny man with shifty eyes.

Then the skinny man whispered a few words in the other man's ear and quickly left.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Old Yan quickly walked to that corner and handed a glittering source crystal to the skinny man with shifty eyes.

"information."

The skinny guy deftly took the source crystal, his face beaming with joy. He leaned close to the other man's ear and whispered, "The gray area, coordinates 1246, 1419, there's definitely a big shipment there!"

Old Yan was overjoyed; it was indeed information about the fishing spot.

He nodded, turned and left without hesitation.

......

Half an hour later, Lao Yan stood in front of a quiet lake.

This place is far from the hustle and bustle of the safe zone, and there are only a few people here.

He glanced at the water, a hint of surprise appearing deep in his eyes.

Good water!

The lake water is a deep, dark green, and you can't see the bottom at a glance. The surface is calm, with only a slight ripple when a breeze blows.

Based on his thirty-eight years of fishing experience and the intuition brought by his special water-based runes, he could almost be certain that a truly enormous creature was lurking beneath this seemingly calm water.

This Source Crystal was well worth the money!

When he arrived, a few people had already gathered sparsely by the lake, who had obviously gotten wind of the situation through various channels and were coming to try their luck.

Seeing this, a few young men laughed and said, "Old man, you're so old and you're still fishing. Be careful you don't get caught by a fish."

Old Yan ignored the noisy young people. He walked around the lake and finally stopped next to a man wearing a floral shirt and shorts.

This is a good spot; the water has a slight eddy here, making it a great place for fish to hide.

The man seemed to sense his intention and greeted him warmly, "Uncle, fishing too? You have a good eye! I spent ages picking this prime fishing spot!"

Old Yan simply nodded sullenly and carefully took out his fishing gear from the cloth bag on his back.

A long rod, meticulously crafted from an unknown wood, with straight lines, its tip connected by a highly resilient mutated animal sinew, and the fishing line made of nearly transparent spider silk.

Don't underestimate this fishing rod; it took him several hundred source crystals to collect the materials and make it.

However, when his gaze fell on Fatty Wang's "professional" fishing gear next to him, he was completely stunned.

It was a fishing rod that was entirely emerald green, made of neither gold nor jade. It shimmered with a faint halo in the sunlight, and the handle was wrapped in fine leather. Every detail exuded a natural and exquisite beauty.

"What...what is this?" Old Yan's heart was filled with turmoil.

He considers himself to have spent his whole life playing with fishing rods, and has collected at least eighty or a hundred famous handcrafted rods, but none of them can compare to the fishing rod in front of him.

This is no longer a tool; it's a work of art!

Wang Pangzi noticed his absent-mindedness and casually handed him his fishing rod.

"Uncle, you've got your eye on my pole? Hey, is there any need to be so surprised? It's just the lowest-grade F-rank source weapon, called Resilient Bamboo."

Wang Pangzi said this, but his face was full of smugness.

Old Yan subconsciously reached out and took it. The moment his fingertips touched the rod, he felt a warm yet resilient texture that sent a shiver down his spine.

"This...this good stuff...is called garbage?"

Seeing the other party's naive and unsophisticated look, Fatty Wang chuckled: "Otherwise, it's just the lowest-grade F-rank source weapon. Its only advantage is that it's sturdy and not easy to break."

"There's a discount right now! The original price was 800, but it's only 799 now—a whole dollar cheaper!"

Old Yan's mind went blank.

Rubbish?

F-class?

The worst?

He stroked the rod, feeling its perfect curve and the strange power it contained, his mind churning.

"This is the worst? What would the best be?"

Seeing how much he loved it, Fatty Wang couldn't help but smile. He put away his own precious fishing rod and glanced at the homemade wooden rod in Old Yan's hand.

"Uncle, let me tell you, you're not going to catch anything big with that fishing rod."

As she spoke, she gestured with her chin toward a spot not far away.

"Look over there."

Old Yan looked in the direction she pointed.

A young woman was seen struggling to hold a homemade fishing rod, its shaft bent into an exaggerated arc, clearly having hooked a big one.

The woman gritted her teeth and pulled back desperately, trying to flip the fish over.

However, she had only walked around twice.

Click!

A crisp sound.

The fishing rod in the woman's hand snapped in two!

The unbridled fishing line, with the broken half of the rod tip, was yanked into the depths of the dark green lake with a "whoosh," barely making a splash.

The woman stood there stunned, then stomped her feet in anger.

A collective sigh of regret rippled through the crowd: "What a pity, it should have been a giant, weighing at least several tens of kilograms!"

This remark immediately sparked a heated debate among those around him.

But in reality, they didn't even see a fish.

Old Yan's heart sank suddenly.

He didn't see the fish, but he saw the ripples in the water.

After the fishing line was pulled into the water, the ripples that spread across the surface were steady and powerful, and lingered for a long time.

Based on this single detail alone, he could tell that the force and size of the thing underwater were definitely beyond the norm.

100 jin!

It's at least a hundred pounds!

A creature of this magnitude, let alone that woman's homemade fishing rod, even his own prized possession, probably wouldn't last a single round.

Fatty Wang came over, with an expression that said, "I told you so."

"See that? The fish in this lake are incredibly cunning! Without a good fishing rod, you don't even have the right to fight them."

She patted Old Yan on the shoulder: "Uncle, take my advice, open your system panel, use the remote store, and just buy a set! There's a discount right now, it's a good deal!"

A dollar's difference isn't a lot of money.