Flood Apocalypse: Starting with a God-Tier Fishing Rod

Lu Fan looked closely and saw that it was a metal octopus.

It has a streamlined, silver-gray shell, eight mechanical tentacles curled together, and blue breathing lights flashing at the joints.

At the very top of the spherical head is a black display screen.

[Fishing successful! Obtained - Deep Blue First Mate Autonomous Mechanical Octopus x1]

[Type: Hidden Item]

[Rarity: Tech-grade]

[Gained 15 Proficiency Points and 3 Spirit Points]

【当前垂钓次数：102/300、熟练值：266/1000、精神值：36/150】

[Introduction: A versatile intelligent mechanical butler constructed from brushed titanium alloy and deep-sea pressure-resistant composite materials! It integrates logistical support, base maintenance, underwater operations, and five-star cooking. Boasting obsessive-compulsive cleaning procedures, it's dedicated to eliminating all your worries!]

Lu Fan took a step closer.

Nourishes—

A faint hum of electricity from the running machinery could be heard.

The lump of metal suddenly moved.

Eight highly flexible mechanical tentacles, like hydraulic jacks, lifted up, instantly raising the height to over two meters.

The display on my head lit up, showing an expression made up of a single pixel. [(-_-)]

"Carbon-based life form detected! Heart rate too fast, hormone levels too high, bacterial coverage on body surface... Ugh, excuse my rudeness!"

The mechanical voice was respectful, but the content left people scratching their heads.

It waved its two tentacles and made a gentlemanly bow.

"Your Excellency Captain! I am your trusted steward. Although the ship's hygiene is hardly better than a sewer, I will reluctantly take over its care!"

Lu Fan's eye twitched twice.

Is this thing really that sarcastic?

He stroked his chin and circled the large creature once: "From now on, I'll call you Little Eight... Tell me what you can do!"

The expression on Xiaoba's screen instantly switched to a cool expression as he pushed up his glasses.

"I can do anything! Of course, provided you stop throwing those muddy potato peels everywhere! Especially that greenhouse, I'll take over its management and cultivate the perfect crops for you!"

Lu Fan's eyes lit up.

So, does that mean we can just sit back and enjoy the benefits of greenhouses in the future?

"If I shrink the hull, will you still be able to work?"

"A foolish...wise question!" Little Eight crossed its two pairs of tentacles over its chest, its expression arrogant. "I'm a silicon-based life form! As long as the energy core is still there, even if you stuff the ship into your underwear, I can still polish the room until it shines!"

"Um... okay."

Lu Fan turned his head and pointed to the messy living room, "Then let me see your efficiency! If you don't finish the work, I'll dismantle you and sell you for scrap metal."

A "Strive" emoji icon instantly popped up on Xiao Ba's screen, and eight tentacles activated simultaneously, rushing into the cabin like a whirlwind.

"Yes, sir! Begin cleaning the entire ship immediately!"

……

Two hours later.

Lu Fan put away his fishing rod and rubbed his sore shoulders.

My stamina is almost gone.

It seems my luck was used up on the first two shots with high-tech gear; the remaining ten shots were all just trendy junk.

He turned around, pushed open the glass door on the first floor, and paused.

This living room... is too bright.

The floor, which was originally stained with water and mud, is now spotless.

A faint scent of lemon cleaning agent filled the air.

The wet clothes that had been carelessly thrown away were neatly dried and hung up.

The pots, pans, and dishes in the kitchen are cleaned and arranged neatly according to size.

"No wonder it's called the self-disciplined octopus..." Lu Fan exclaimed, this efficiency is simply a blessing for bachelors.

He went up the stairs to the second floor.

The bedroom has also been completely renovated.

Meanwhile, Wang Ying, now dressed in clean clothes, was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the floor.

Hearing footsteps, she looked up, her lips moved, but no sound came out.

It seems her voice has become hoarse from crying.

Lu Fan leaned against the door frame, his tone indifferent.

"The deceased are gone, but the living must go on. I'll give you two days to adjust!"

"After that, come back to the slums and hang out with me!"

Wang Ying paused for a moment, a look of confusion flashing in her eyes.

Lu Fan continued, "Go work as a diving instructor in the slums, teaching those people how to dive and extract oil sludge! The salary and benefits I'll give you will definitely be better than at Song's!"

After receiving training, the migrants will definitely be able to dive deeper.

Letting the refugees collect the materials while he takes care of recycling them is a good way to make a living.

Of course, this is on the premise that there are no mutated creatures to obstruct it.

Wang Ying remained silent for a long time.

It seemed as if I could feel a sense of reality that I was alive.

Having something to do is better than suffering in the past.

She nodded, forcing an awkward smile.

"Thanks……"

Lu Fan didn't say anything more, turned around and went downstairs to the greenhouse.

As soon as I opened the door, a sweet, fruity aroma wafted out.

Hachiko was waving his tentacles, carefully picking the last strawberry that was a deep, purplish-red.

In the basket next to it, the strawberries were divided into three perfectly neat squares according to their size, color, and even the distribution of the bumps on their skin.

"Reporting, Captain!"

Xiao Ba puts the last strawberry back in its place, and a "please praise me" emoticon appears on the screen.

"The Longcui strawberries have been harvested, totaling 5.2 kilograms. By optimizing the light and nutrient solution ratio, the next ripening time is expected to be shortened to 7 days!"

Lu Fan picked up the biggest strawberry and threw it directly into his mouth.

Click.

As you cut through the flesh with your teeth, the abundant juice bursts forth in your mouth.

sweet!

It's not the cloying sweetness of saccharin, but a refreshing sweetness with a rich fruity and floral aroma.

In that instant, it felt as if my entire tongue was dancing the Political Commissar Dance.

"Absolutely amazing!"

Lu Fan waved his hand and put all the strawberries into his spatial ring.

I reckon that wherever you go in the future, these Dragon Extract strawberries and potatoes will be a kind of hard currency!

"Well done!" Lu Fan patted Xiao Ba's cold metal head. "Go standby."

"Yes, ma'am. Also, please note that there is 0.3 grams of dirt under your nails; I suggest..."

"Get lost!"

For the next two days, Lu Fan lived the life of a true captain.

No need to worry about trivial matters, no need to eat cold canned food.

Xiao Ba's cooking skills are indeed five-star; even with just potatoes and luncheon meat, she can create amazing dishes.

Baked, mashed, pancake-style—every meal is different.

On the morning of the third day.

The rain actually stopped, and a sliver of sunshine finally appeared after a long time.

Feeling refreshed, Lu Fan, along with Wang Ying, mounted Little White and sped off towards the East Island Refugee Slum.

……

Dongdao Island, a refugee slum.

lifeless.

The once bustling shantytown is now mostly empty.

In order to survive, most people, even knowing they would be ostracized, still fled to the slums on other islands with their families.

Now, only about thirty people remain here.

Most of them are elderly people with limited mobility or orphans with nowhere to go.

Inside the wooden house.

Zhang Xiaomin stood in front of the table, her arms wrapped in bandages.

Behind her stood ten emaciated young men.

They held sharpened steel pipes in their hands, their bodies trembling with fear and hunger.

"Boss..."

A boy who looked only sixteen or seventeen swallowed hard. "Can...we really kill those defense troops?"

Zhang Xiaomin turned around, her fierce gaze sweeping over the young and desperate faces.

"I have no idea……"

Her voice was low, yet chilling, "Those in power want us dead! Are you willing to accept that?"

Zhang Xiaomin took out a fake bomb button and said coldly.

"We're going to die anyway! Killing one isn't a loss, killing two is a huge win!"

"I'll show those beasts that refugees are human beings too, not ants they can crush at will!"

The young people's breathing quickened.

The fear that had been suppressed for too long transformed into a frenzy of mutual destruction at this moment.

"Let's fight them!"

"Boss! I'm willing to fight alongside you!"

Du Wei stood in the corner, watching the group of enthusiastic young people, and couldn't help but sigh.

He knew very well that this was like a moth drawn to a flame.

The final outcome will probably be...

"Mr. Du, you should leave!"

Zhang Xiaomin looked at Du Wei, "If you seek refuge at the Wang family's house, please find a way to save my father!"

Du Wei's eyes were slightly red, and he nodded heavily: "Take care... I'll find a way!"

Zhang Xiaomin didn't say anything more, and led the ten young men out of the wooden house without hesitation.

On the open ground outside the slum.

More than thirty fully armed defense soldiers surrounded the area.

Song Chusheng, a cigarette dangling from his lips, glanced contemptuously at the empty street.

"Is there no one here anymore?"

He sneered and waved his hand. "Go, catch all the rats hiding in the house!"

A commotion erupted with cries and screams.

Soon, more than a dozen elderly people with mobility issues and orphans were dragged out by soldiers and thrown into the mud and water in the middle of the road.

"Why are they all old fogies?"

Song Chusheng frowned and kicked an old woman who was begging for mercy to death.

"This lowly commoner dares to run away? Damn it, we'll go to the other islands and bring them all back!"

A flash of rage crossed his eyes, and he waved impatiently.

"This is pointless! Just kill them all, don't use guns, save your bullets!"

Click.

Several soldiers drew their daggers and rushed forward.

Just then.

"Go to hell!"

A sharp shout rang out from the darkness.

Zhang Xiaomin darted out like a ghost, and two daggers instantly plunged into the necks of the two men.

Immediately afterwards, ten more youths rushed out from all corners, recklessly attacking the nearest enemy.

"court death!"

Song Chusheng reacted extremely quickly, drawing his pistol and firing.

Zhang Xiaomin dodged the bullet with a roll, knelt on the ground, and raised her right hand high.

"Don't move!"

Her eyes were bloodshot as she stared at Song Chusheng, picked up the fake button, and bluffed.

"There are explosives buried underground!"

"Put down your gun if you don't want to die!!"

Explosives!?

Song Chusheng's eyes twitched.

Are these refugees serious?!