Flood Apocalypse: Starting with a God-Tier Fishing Rod

I don't know how much time passed.

In that endless darkness and icy abyss.

Lu Fan felt his consciousness was as light as a feather, drifting in the wind.

The painful feeling of suffocation disappeared, replaced by a strange warmth.

"...Am I dead?"

He slowly opened his eyes.

There was no seawater around, only a soft, hazy white light.

He felt as if he were holding something in his hand, its texture warm and delicate, like the finest silk, yet with an amazing elasticity.

He unconsciously pinched it.

It's soft and feels pretty good.

"What is this...?"

Lu Fan, still half-asleep, tried to get closer to see clearly.

Just then, within the white light, a phantom-like emerald figure appeared and disappeared.

It appeared to be a tall woman with long, flowing turquoise hair, floating in the air.

Before Lu Fan could even see her face clearly...

A clear, ethereal female voice, tinged with embarrassment and arrogance, echoed in my mind:

"You filthy wretch! How dare you blaspheme me?!"

"If it weren't for those damned rules... I would never have acknowledged you as my master!"

"I'll remember this! One day, I'll tear you apart alive to vent my hatred!"

"Get out of here now!!"

Snapped!

Lu Fan felt as if his cheek had been slapped hard by an iron plate.

The excruciating pain shattered this dreamlike, misty world in an instant.

next second.

His light body suddenly sank, plummeting towards the endless abyss.

……

Early the next morning

Lu Fan was awakened by the chirping of birds outside the window.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked around.

Familiar wood grain.

The small driver's cab was filled with a sense of security.

"Are we on a ship?"

Lu Fan sat up in confusion, covering his head as he fell into recollection.

The building collapsed, plunged into the sea, and was swallowed by that terrifying black shadow...

All the memories are absolutely real; they could never be illusions!

Moreover, it seems he had a very long and tiring dream.

In the dream, everything was empty, and I couldn't see anything clearly, but I could vaguely hear a woman cursing.

I couldn't hear a single word of what was said.

"Ouch... my head hurts!"

Lu Fan took a deep breath and looked out the window.

A beam of warm morning light shone through the glass and fell on his face.

The sea outside the window was calm and sparkling, with a few seabirds occasionally skimming the surface and making crisp calls.

The weather is fine and the days are peaceful.

It's like a completely different world from last night's torrential rain and wind.

"Oh right! The fishing rod, I think I cast it before it was eaten!"

Lu Fan suddenly remembered something and subconsciously summoned the god-level fishing rod.

This is the only clue; it might reveal what happened last night.

[Current Host: Lu Fan]

Status: Healthy

Fishing attempts: 16/100

[Proficiency level.....]

The panel was clean and there was nothing unusual about it.

Only the number of fishing trips increased noticeably by one.

This is enough to prove that the shot was indeed thrown last night.

But apart from that, there were no other prompts, and no new items were added to the spatial ring.

Even the proficiency and mental stats remained completely unchanged.

Could it be the Air Force?

But if it's just the air force, how could I possibly escape from inside that monster's belly?

Even all the wounds on his body were healed?

"This is too weird..."

Lu Fan was completely baffled and felt his head throbbing.

He was about to raise his hand to rub his temples when the moment his fingers touched his left cheek, a numbing, stinging pain made him gasp.

"Ouch...it hurts!"

Lu Fan quickly moved closer to the windowpane and shone the light through it.

He froze instantly.

In the reflection of the glass, his left cheek was swollen high, with a thin, purplish-red handprint clearly imprinted on it!

The five fingers are small and slender, with distinct joints.

It's clearly a woman's hand!

The slap was so powerful that it almost knocked the top of his head off.

"Holy crap?! Who's so ruthless?!"

Lu Fan was stunned and subconsciously looked back at the empty ship.

"I'm the only man on this ship, where would a woman's handprint come from?"

"Could it be that the sea monster thought I smelled bad last night, vomited me up, and then some woman rescued me, slapped me, and sent me back to the ship?"

This is outrageous!

Lu Fan couldn't help but admire his own imagination; it would be a shame if he didn't write novels!

Just as he was filled with doubt and suspicion, wondering if he had encountered a ghost.

A sudden burning sensation came from my neck.

Lu Fan pulled open his collar and looked down.

His pupils contracted sharply.

Three bright blue lines had appeared on the right side of the neck, near the major artery.

The patterns resembled the scales of some creature, deeply imprinted on the skin and flesh, emitting a faint, eerie glow.

Lu Fan tried touching it with his hands, and even scratched it with his fingernails.

Not moving.

This thing was like an organ growing inside his body, and it would shimmer slightly with his breathing.

"Oh my god! Looks like I'm still half asleep!"

Lu Fan leaned back on the bed, giving up on thinking altogether.

No matter what happened, at least I'm still alive.

And they returned to the ship safely.

That's enough!

"never mind!"

Lu Fan pulled up his collar to cover the tattoo, and his eyes sharpened.

"Whether you're a god or a ghost, the fact that you've left a mark on me means this isn't over yet!"

"When I see you next time, I'll definitely give you a good slap!"

He threw back the covers and sat up again.

Touching the five intact RO reverse osmosis membrane filter cartridges in his pocket, he regained his fighting spirit.

"As long as you're alive, you have a chance to find out!"

"The most urgent thing is to build a water purifier! I'm dying of thirst!"

Lu Fan quickly left the cockpit and went to the deck.

He took out the blueprint and examined it carefully.

"We have the main material, the RO reverse osmosis membrane filter cartridge, and the auxiliary materials, the rubber tubing and the silica sand, are all ready. Let me see what's missing?"

"Hmm... charcoal chips and plastic bottles?"

Plastic bottles are everywhere on the sea surface; they are not scarce.

The difficulty lies in the charcoal.

Lu Fan had come across some survival videos on the Yin Fu app.

Charcoal production requires the use of dry distillation.

Simply put, it involves heating wood at high temperatures while restricting oxygen intake.

This process forces out moisture and volatile gases, causing the material to carbonize in an incomplete combustion state, leaving behind solid residue.

The principle is not difficult; all you need is a simple charcoal kiln.

Lu Fan stroked his chin, his gaze sweeping across the nearby sea.

A lot of trash floats on the sea surface, drifting with the waves.

There was a large, rusty iron barrel in the distance, with several plastic bottles and empty cans floating next to it.

Lu Fan had a sudden inspiration. He summoned his divine fishing rod and swung it forcefully towards the iron bucket, intending to use the materials on the spot.

"I won!"

The fishhook precisely hooked the pull ring of the iron bucket.

Lu Fan adjusted the angle, allowing the iron bucket to trap the plastic bottles and empty cans together, and pulled them back.

Soon, Lu Fan happily received a large iron bucket, three plastic bottles, and two empty cans.

He emptied the water from the iron bucket and stood it upright on the deck.

Then he took out a piece of wood from the space.

"Tsk, it's too thick, you can't cook it without splitting it."

Lu Fan summoned his battle-hardened woodcutter's axe, just about to make his move.

Click!

Before any force was applied, the blade made a crisp sound and broke in two, falling to the ground.

Lu Fan picked it up and saw that the blade was already chipped and the body was covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

It seems that last night when I used it as a climbing axe to shove it into the floor slab, I had already exhausted its lifespan and rendered it completely unusable.

"Farewell, old friend!"

Lu Fan sighed.

Even though the knife is broken, the work still has to be done.

As long as the mind does not slip, there are always more solutions than difficulties!

He selected a relatively sharp broken blade and wedged it into the surface of the wooden block as a wedge.

He then picked up another thick piece of wood and used it as a hammer, aiming it at the back of the broken blade below, and smashed it down hard.

boom!boom!

After several heavy blows, the wooden block cracked open.

It takes a bit of effort, but it's much more reliable than breaking it by hand.

Before long, a pile of appropriately sized wooden strips was produced.

Lu Fan wiped the sweat from his forehead and picked up an empty can.

Then, carefully using the tip of the broken blade, he drilled a very small vent hole in the bottom of the can.

Next, the split wooden strips were stuffed into the can and pressed down, then the can was placed upside down in the center of the bottom of the iron bucket.

A standard miniature dry distillation charcoal kiln has been set up.

"ignition!"

Lu Fan sprinkled some sawdust on the bottom of the iron bucket and ignited it, then piled the remaining flammable wood around the can.

call--

A short while later.

The temperature inside the iron drum gradually soared, and flames leaped upwards, with wisps of white smoke rising from the vent of the can.

"It should be settled!"

During the break from burning charcoal.

Lu Fan took out the half-empty bottle of mineral water, took a small sip, and moistened his throat.

I had barely caught my breath when I summoned my god-tier fishing rod and began today's fishing session.

time is money!

After all, in this damn apocalypse, you can never have too many supplies!

This is the only way for him to survive right now!