Flood Apocalypse: Starting with a God-Tier Fishing Rod

With the sound of the engine idling, the fishing boat slowly approached and stopped beside the raft.

A middle-aged man in a raincoat, with a stocky build, flipped over the gunwale and jumped onto the raft.

"Young man, can you still move?"

The man squatted down and asked.

Lu Fan was too weak to answer; he just kept trembling.

"Looks like you're freezing! Hang in there, comrade, I'll get you up there!"

Without a word, the man picked up Lu Fan and climbed toward the ship's side, shouting as he did so.

"Bring this little raft up later! We can chop it up and use it as firewood!"

...

A short while later.

The man carried Lu Fan into the warm and dry lounge.

Inside the room stood a girl with bronze skin, about twenty years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, bearing a resemblance to Joey Wong.

Seeing the two of them come in, she pouted and said irritably.

"Dad! It's so dangerous outside, and it's raining, why do you insist on saving him..."

The man smiled and gently placed Lu Fan on the floor.

"Xiaomin, our Zhang family would never stand by and watch someone die. The world may be in chaos, but people's hearts must remain calm. It's only right for compatriots to lend a helping hand!"

After saying that, he turned to look at Lu Fan, his tone gentle: "Young comrade, my name is Zhang Weiguo. Don't worry! Take off your wet coat first, to keep your body warm!"

Zhang Weiguo quickly helped Lu Fan take off his soaking wet coat and wring it out under the awning outside.

Although Zhang Xiaomin complained, she still picked up a small, not-so-warm stove and threw it in front of Lu Fan.

"Hey! You brat, my dad kindly saved you, but I'm warning you not to get any bad ideas! Otherwise..."

She clenched her fist, her eyes sharp: "I'll kick you down and feed you to the fish!"

Lu Fan laboriously lifted his eyelids and glanced at her.

She's a beautiful woman.

Judging from his physique and muscles, he probably trained in martial arts.

Forget it, I can't afford to mess with them...

He silently turned around, his back to Zhang Xiaomin, and curled up to keep warm.

Seeing that he ignored her, Zhang Xiaomin snorted and turned to follow her father out the door.

I heard the iron gate close.

Lu Fan's tense body finally relaxed.

With a thought, he quickly took out the [Iron-Carbon Solution] from his spatial ring and stuffed it into his pocket.

A surge of heat instantly penetrated the damp, cold shirt and seeped into my pores.

With the added warmth of the small stove behind him, his stiff limbs began to regain sensation.

Lu Fan exhaled a breath of cold air, closed his eyes to rest, and at the same time pricked up his ears, alert to any movement outside the door.

...

Under the canopy on the deck of the fishing boat

A blond man weighing 200 pounds was swinging a fire axe and firing wildly at Lu Fan's raft.

"My god! Is this thing made of iron? How come I can't cut it?"

Zhuang Niu threw down the axe, plopped down on the deck, and picked up his load.

Standing next to him was a tall, thin man with blond hair named Chen Yang.

Seeing that he wasn't working, he kicked him: "You eat so much meat every day, and you can't even cut a broken raft!"

"I'm innocent! Brother Chen, try it yourself, it's as hard as a rock..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Zhang Weiguo's voice came from the corridor.

"Xiao Chen, Xiao Zhuang, why do you look so pale?"

Chen Yang chuckled wryly and pointed at the raft: "Uncle Zhang, this thing is incredibly hard; you can't cut it with an axe!"

Zhang Weiguo walked closer and looked at the faint white marks on the raft, and was also a little puzzled.

"Let it drain first!" He waved his hand, indicating that the two should go and rest first. "The dock where you said you'd moor the yacht should be almost here. I'll call you when I find it!"

After saying that, he led Zhang Xiaomin back to the driver's seat.

"Alright, Uncle Zhang! Be sure to call us when you find it!"

Watching the Zhang father and daughter walk away.

Chen Yang brandished the axe in his hand and chuckled coldly.

"Hmph, once we find the yacht, you and your daughter can expect to be fish-feeding!"

Zhuang Niu jumped to his feet, his face filled with terror: "Brother Chen, are we really going to kill someone? I'm afraid of going to jail..."

Chen Yang slapped him across the face: "You pig-brain! The whole world is flooded, what's the point of going to jail?"

"Right! Brother Chen, you're really smart!" Zhuang Niu suddenly realized, grinning lewdly. "Then... could I keep that girl named Xiao Min as my wife?"

Chen Yang kicked him in the butt again.

"You son of a bitch, all you ever think about is women! Didn't you realize that woman knows martial arts? She'll kick your balls off!"

He grabbed Zhuang Niu by the collar and whispered, "Once we find the yacht, we'll launch a surprise attack and take all the supplies on board!"

Zhuang Niu gave a thumbs up.

"Brother Chen is brilliant! By the way, what about that simple-minded kid we rescued?"

"Just a half-dead piece of trash!" Chen Yang spat into the sea.

"It's just a quick stab, give him a fast one!"

......

Two hours later

Inside the lounge, Lu Fan felt his body temperature rise slightly.

He slowly got up, clutching his dizzy head, his whole body aching.

The system panel appeared in my mind.

[Host: Lu Fan]

[Current Status Assessment: Poor (Moderate cold, sequelae of hypothermia)]

As expected, I fell victim to it.

In a post-apocalyptic world where medical care and medicine are scarce, a severe cold can sometimes be more deadly than a natural disaster.

Lu Fan gritted his teeth and leaned against the wall to stand up. He had to get some water to drink, otherwise he would die of thirst before he died from the illness.

He moved to the doorway connecting to the driver's cab.

Just as he was about to knock on the door, the conversation inside made him pause.

"Dad! I don't think those two blond guys are any good people. Should we really help them find a yacht?"

"Don't worry, girl. Once we find the yacht, we'll borrow some fuel and head west!"

"West side?"

"Yes, the radio said that a temporary stronghold set up by someone over at Xihuan Mountain is the only way to survive."

Xihuan Mountain outpost...

Lu Fan's pupils contracted slightly.

In his previous life, he had indeed heard of this place.

If I remember correctly, it was the only safe official base within a radius of 500 miles.

Unfortunately, in my previous life, I was dragged down by that idiot Chen Ze, who insisted on searching for this dilapidated yacht at sea, causing me to miss the best time to transfer.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have encountered extreme weather and that group of mutated sharks, making themselves victims of their escape...

"Dad! Radios aren't always accurate; you can't be too careful in this world!"

"Dad knows what he's doing! Oh, and take some water and biscuits to that young man..."

As they were talking, Zhang Xiaomin noticed something and suddenly turned the doorknob.

pat!

Lu Fan lost his balance and fell to the ground, looking at the father and daughter with great embarrassment.

"What are you doing sneaking around like that?!" Zhang Xiaomin stepped forward and questioned.

Lu Fan, panting heavily, managed to ask, "Um... is there any water...?"

Zhang Weiguo frowned and stepped forward to examine Lu Fan's forehead.

"Hiss...it's so hot?" He paused, then turned around and said, "Girl, go to the stove and boil some water!"

"But Father..."

"Go quickly!"

After sending his daughter away.

Zhang Weiguo helped Lu Fan to a chair, opened the drawer next to him, and found a box of medicine with only three capsules left.

It says "Compound Paracetamol and Amantadine Capsules" on it.

In this apocalyptic world where civilization has collapsed.

One pill is enough to make two adult men risk their lives, or even to get a former goddess to serve them all night.

"This stuff is precious, and I don't have many left! I'll eat one to tide me over!"

Zhang Weiguo picked out a piece and handed it to Lu Fan.

Looking at the capsule in his palm, Lu Fan's eyes were filled with complex emotions.

We met by chance, and he gave me water, fire, and medicine.

is a good man.

Unfortunately... in the apocalypse, good people usually die the fastest.

"Thank you... Uncle Zhang."

Lu Fan didn't mince words. He tilted his head back and swallowed the capsule, then took the hot water Zhang Xiaomin handed him and drank it all in one gulp.

As the warm liquid slid into his stomach, Lu Fan felt his entire body warm up.

He thanked him again and began talking with Zhang Weiguo.

Suddenly, a cry of surprise from outside interrupted their conversation.

"Uncle Zhang, stop the boat quickly! We've spotted a yacht!"