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

Remote store?

Old Yan hesitated for a moment; as an old-fashioned person, he was always a little uncomfortable with these novelties.

But under Fatty Wang's enthusiastic guidance, he still clumsily swiped a virtual screen in front of him.

The dazzling array of goods overwhelmed him.

"Don't look at those random things, just search for 'Fishing Beginner Package'!" Fatty Wang pointed out from the side.

Soon, a packaged item appeared on the screen.

[Fishing Beginner Package (Special Offer)]

[Includes: 1 x Grade F "Tough Bamboo" fishing rod, 1 x Grade F "High-Strength Reel", 100 meters of specially made high-strength fishing line, 1 box of various types of hooks, and 10 packs of general-purpose bait.]

[Price: 800 Source Crystals] (Current Price: 799)

Nearly 800 Source Crystals!

He didn't care about the amount of Source Crystals; he didn't lack them anyway.

After entering the Wasteland Era, his granddaughter gave him a lot.

As long as you can catch a big fish, any problem that can be solved with Source Crystals is not a problem.

Besides, as a seasoned angler, how could he tolerate having a huge creature in the water and being unable to pull up his rod?

Can't stand it!

Absolutely unacceptable!

Buy it without hesitation.

"Wow, he's got money." Fatty Wang watched from the side, and when he saw Old Yan confirm without any hesitation, he was secretly surprised.

This old man, dressed plainly and taciturn, turned out to be quite capable!

【-799 Source Crystal】

The next second, a white light flashed in front of him.

A brand new set of fishing gear appeared out of thin air and floated silently in mid-air.

Old Yan held the emerald green "resilient bamboo" in his hand. It felt heavy, and a strange energy slowly flowed into his palm through the handle, warm yet full of power.

He weighed it in his hand, then swung it twice lightly, the rod drawing a perfect arc in the air with a slight whooshing sound.

Great club!

Although it's only F-grade, it's far superior to his painstakingly crafted wooden pole in terms of material, toughness, and power transmission.

He then picked up the so-called F-grade "powerful reel," which felt cool to the touch and had a distinctly metallic feel.

With a gentle turn of the rocker arm, the gears meshed perfectly, without the slightest resistance, incredibly smooth.

Looking at the almost transparent fishing line again, he twisted it between his fingers and tried to pull it hard. Its strength far exceeded that of any fishing line he had ever used.

Old Yan took a deep breath and completely cast aside the stubbornness of an old-fashioned angler.

Times have changed, and tools must keep up.

Wang Pangzi, who was standing to the side, was already fully equipped. He had his exact same set of "tough bamboo" on a makeshift platform, and he was sitting comfortably on a folding stool, humming a tune, looking extremely relaxed.

"Uncle, stop studying and hurry up and cast your line, or I'll catch all the fish in the good spots!" Fatty Wang chuckled and patted his chest.

"Let's talk after you catch one."

Old Yan ignored him and continued assembling his fishing gear at a leisurely pace.

Setting the rod, loading the reel, threading the line—every movement exudes a smooth and skillful demeanor.

Instead of using the fishhooks that came with the system package, he took out a yellowed wooden box from his cloth bag. Inside, dozens of fishhooks of different sizes and shapes were neatly arranged.

These fishhooks were all handcrafted by him using leader-grade materials. The hooks are sharp and have natural barbs, making them extremely difficult to remove once they pierce a fish's mouth.

He selected a medium-sized bait and then took out the mixed bait from the package.

The bait is a pale yellow paste that emits a strange, fishy smell.

Old Yan brought his nose close and smelled it. Based on his years of experience, he could tell that it contained at least three different fragrances.

The ingredients used are quite generous.

He skillfully took a small piece, rolled it into a ball on his fingertips, and evenly wrapped it around the fishhook, leaving only the sharp hook tip exposed.

Everything is ready.

Old Yan stood up, holding the fishing rod in one hand, his gaze sweeping across the calm lake surface.

His gaze lingered for a moment on the swirling water, then his wrist suddenly jerked.

"Whoosh—!"

The sinker, carrying the bait, traced a beautiful parabola in the air without making any unnecessary noise, landing precisely where he had predicted.

With a soft "plop," a small ripple spread across the water's surface. Then, the float slowly rose and came to a steady stop on the green marker.

The whole process was completed in one go, without any delays.

The few young people who were watching the commotion nearby quieted down considerably when they saw Lao Yan's precise throw.

A true expert's skill is immediately apparent.

This skill alone is something those mediocre people can't compare to.

Fatty Wang glanced at it, muttered "flashy" to himself, and then stopped paying attention, focusing intently on his own float.

Time passed by, second by second.

The lakeside was quiet, with only the rustling sound of the breeze rustling through the reeds.

Wang Pangzi's float was like a stabilizing needle, completely still.

He even began to wonder if the fish underwater were all asleep.

However, just as he was bored and about to take out some snacks, Lao Yan next to him suddenly moved.

Suddenly, Old Yan raised his arm holding the fishing rod upwards!

The movements are small, but extremely explosive.

"middle!"

He gave a low shout, and the "Resilient Bamboo" in his hand instantly bent into a breathtaking arc, almost ninety degrees!

The emerald green shaft shimmered in the sunlight, exuding a sense of power.

"The fish's on! The fish's on!"

"Holy crap! That curve, it's definitely a huge machine!"

A gasp rippled through the crowd, and all eyes turned to Old Yan.

Old Yan remained calm and composed, his legs firmly planted on the ground. He exerted force with his arms while keeping his wrists subtly relaxed, feeling the immense pulling force underwater through the rod.

Instead of reeling in the line immediately, he followed the force of the current, maneuvering left and right to start playing the fish.

Forward, backward, leftward, rightward...

His seemingly chaotic footsteps kept the fishing line taut, constantly draining the underwater behemoth's energy.

The fish thrashed about underwater, stirring up a turbulent undercurrent, but no matter how much it struggled, it could not escape the control of the seemingly fragile fishing line.

Fatty Wang stared wide-eyed.

Only then did he realize how vast the gap was between himself and a true master.

This is no longer just fishing; it's a battle of strength and skill, an art!

After a stalemate of about five or six minutes, the force underwater noticeably weakened.

Old Yan seized the opportunity and began to reel in the line at a steady speed.

The powerful reel hummed softly as a huge dark shadow was slowly pulled closer beneath the water's surface.