I asked you to write a light novel, but you wrote about living?

Besides the major conventional schools of thought, those speculative studios specializing in "hot topic stitching" have gone to extremes, forcibly combining several of the most popular top IPs on the internet with the four characters "The Old Man and the Sea," creating a batch of extremely abstract "Frankenstein's monsters."

The studio, which specializes in urban fantasy, produced a book called "The Old Man and the Sea: I Learned to Slay Gods in a Seaside Hospital".

In the book, a blind old man wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown stands guard on the beach, carrying a rusty, broken harpoon.

Facing the alien god descending from the deep sea, the old man tore off his blindfold, unleashing a dazzling divine aura, and roared:

"The Great Xia Coast is forbidden to the gods!"

With a fork, the sea god was nailed to the reef.

Those who enjoy infinite flow intellectual battles quickly produced "Ten Days of the Sea".

A group of people are pulled into a bizarre, high-altitude wasteland where they must undergo a three-tiered death game of "Heaven, Earth, and Man," focusing on rules, physical ability, and humanity. Meanwhile, other high-IQ players are frantically racking their brains, competing for answers and engaging in psychological warfare in front of the "Twelve Zodiac" examiners.

As a result, the withered old man, wielding a broken fish-killing knife, turned the game of "Heaven," which was supposed to be all about logic and rules, into a physical game of fishing. He completely disregarded the rules of the game, relentlessly slaughtering the zodiac animals, and in the end, he even mistook the "Dragon" (the one dealing the cards behind the scenes) for a giant marlin and cleaved it alive.

He wrote a Western fantasy suspense novel called "Sea of ​​Mysteries: Starting with the Nine-Sequence Fisherman".

In the story, an old man wearing a half-high silk printed hat establishes the "Tarot Seafood Club" above the gray fog. While carefully guarding against the corruption of evil gods in the deep sea and starry sky, he praises the gods to the boundless ocean.

There are also those who attempt a renaissance of classic wish-fulfillment novels, using even simpler and more brutal methods.

There's a book called *Battle Through the Seas*. The story begins with a stunningly beautiful mermaid young master arriving at a fishing village with a wealthy elder to annul their engagement. The old man immediately smashes the fish tank in public, bites his finger to write a letter of divorce, and roars to the heavens in fury:

"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, never underestimate an old man's poverty!"

Another book is called "Douluo's Sea". The old man awakens the useless martial soul "Torn Fishing Net" that the whole village laughs at at the beginning, but he is born with full soul power. He hauls out a 100,000-year-old deep-sea demon whale king in one net, and a dazzling 100,000-year-old red soul ring rises under his feet. From then on, he wields a heavy hammer in his left hand and torn fishing nets in his right, dominating Seagod Island.

The studio specializing in the "Sneaky Path" style released "The Legend of the Old Man's Immortal Cultivation." The steady and cowardly old man Han hides on a remote island overseas, relying on a mysterious green bottle he found to forcefully mature ten-thousand-year-old kelp and a hundred-thousand-year-old sea cucumber, all in order to refine a batch of pills that can catch a true dragon. His motto is "Murder, arson, flying rain, fishing, and flying air, old man Han."

As for individual investors who create content based on virtual reality intrusion themes, they uploaded an article titled "Online Game Intrusion: Digitalization of the Entire Ocean, an Old Man's Basic Attack Can Instantly Kill a God."

A sea monster descends into reality, the world becomes digitized, and all of humanity is plunged into despair. An old man sunbathing on the beach, carrying a plastic fishing rod he bought for ten yuan, reveals his LV.999 health bar and SSS-level talent "Absolute Critical Strike" above his head. With a single normal attack, he annihilates the East Sea Dragon King, who has a billion health points, into dust.

Not to be outdone, the studio specializing in "family cultivation" also produced a book overnight titled "The Immortal Clan of the Sea Mirror: Starting with a Broken Bronze Mirror".

The old man in the story didn't catch a giant marlin in the high seas, but he did manage to haul in an ancient bronze mirror that could reflect one's fortune and deduce one's martial arts techniques.

He abandoned the tough-guy approach of fighting alone and instead established a clan on the island. Starting with a few dilapidated wooden boats and a few fishing descendants at the Qi Refining stage, generations of his family, guided by the bronze mirror, fought and schemed against various sea monster sects in this strange cultivation sea, vying for resources. They transformed a makeshift fishing crew into a dominant deep-sea immortal clan.

A writer specializing in "humorous cultivation" has compiled a book titled "What Kind of Immortal Cultivation Without Fish?"

The old man in the book is a complete miser, discovering that the cultivation world is full of tolls. To save spirit stones to prolong his life, he frantically amasses wealth in the high seas with a tattered fishing net. When he encounters a tenth-tier sea beast, his first reaction isn't to flee, but to pull out a golden abacus with gleaming eyes, instantly calculating how much its scales and inner core are worth. The core tenet of the entire book is summed up in one sentence: "What's the point of cultivating immortality if you don't have money? This old man only recognizes seafood!"

Those who create "urban rebirth battlegrounds" are even more heavyweights, producing a book titled "This Old Man Really Didn't Want to Go Beachcombing" overnight.

An eighty-year-old widower finds himself reborn in his youthful fishing village. Hoping for a peaceful life and wealth through fishing, he finds himself caught in a tumultuous love triangle between a gentle, beautiful mermaid and a haughty, fiery pirate queen. While frantically trying to fend off the two sides of the sea, pulling and tugging at the edge of his boat, the old man, pipe in hand, sighs helplessly, "I never wanted to be a sea king! How did this whole ocean become my fishing pond?"

A studio that likes to combine "suspenseful detective stories with pretentious poetry" quickly released a book called "The Fisherman of the Sea".

The old man in the book transmigrated to a dynasty of immortal cultivation. Instead of playing a clapper, he tapped a broken conch shell and became a low-level fisherman who specialized in solving mysteries of sea monsters.

His daily routine consisted of leading a group of patrolling sea guards to the underwater Dragon Palace to "listen to music in the brothels." Whenever they encountered indescribable deep-sea monsters and were on the verge of annihilation, the old man would immediately switch to his Confucian and Taoist pretentious mode. Standing with his hands behind his back at the bow of a dilapidated wooden ship, he would recite in front of everyone a line like "The bright moon rises over the sea" or "Facing the sea, with spring flowers blooming," instantly triggering celestial phenomena and a surge of genius. A single poem would slay a hundred thousand sea monsters, astonishing the Dragon Palace's holy maidens who secretly fell in love with him, exclaiming that the old man was truly a timeless poetic genius.

Not to be outdone, the history studio specializing in "power struggles among aristocratic families" also produced a book called "The Misident Donghai".

The old man in the book was originally just a lowly fisherman who scavenged for scraps in the irradiated sea. In order to survive among the deep-sea tycoons and sea monster nobles, he forced himself to use a big name as a cover and pretended to be the hidden direct descendant of the ancient top clan "East Sea Dragon King Clan".

He draped a tattered fishing net over his body to feign the elegance of a refined scholar, and every day, carrying a broken sea bowl, he engaged in fierce power struggles and intrigues with the patrolling sea monsters and turtle prime ministers of various sea areas.

Using a fabricated "Fishing Diary" as his family tree, the old man, through deception and swindling, and through unfathomable "empty talk," transformed a destitute old man without even a wooden sampan into the most powerful clan in the deep sea, a clan so powerful that even the sea god would bow respectfully and call him "Grandpa."

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P.S.: I'm not sure if this chapter infringes on any copyrights. If it does, I'll delete it. Thank you to [Ding Jiayuan who likes Sichuan peppercorns] for the generous update, and thank you to all the lovely readers for your generous donations and love... I'll be adding an extra chapter at the end of the month. Happy reading!