Flood Apocalypse: Starting with a God-Tier Fishing Rod

In his previous life, he worked diligently and conscientiously on a fishing boat.

Chu Xin's family not only showed no gratitude, but also took it for granted and criticized him in every way.

Now, he has his own home.

They also have the dignity to survive in the apocalypse!

"call…"

Lu Fan let out a long breath, feeling exhausted as if a tide was washing over him.

He forced himself to stand up, took off his soaking wet coat, and hung it on the window handle.

Then he climbed onto the hard wooden bed and took out the iron-carbon mixture again, holding it close to his chest.

A warm current instantly dispelled the chill that had seeped into my bones.

Although the effect is so-so, it's still more comfortable than being exposed to wind and rain.

Listening to the pattering rain outside the window, Lu Fan curled up in the warmth, his consciousness gradually sinking into darkness.

...

Early the next morning.

The rain has stopped again.

The morning sunlight was not harsh, but rather warm.

Lu Fan opened his eyes, his mouth dry.

My throat felt like it had been slashed several times, and even swallowing was excruciatingly painful.

He struggled to get up from the wooden bed; his shirt was completely dry and still carried the distinctive pine scent of wood.

"The fever has subsided..."

I touched my forehead. Although I was still a little dizzy, the agonizing feeling of alternating hot and cold had disappeared.

It seems that the capsule and iron-carbon mixture last night saved his life.

Pushing open the driver's cab door, a salty, humid sea breeze rushed in.

The sea was eerily calm, and as far as the eye could see, most of the high-rise buildings had sunk to the bottom of the sea.

Lu Fan licked his chapped lips, and his stomach growled.

"We need to get some water and food, otherwise we'll starve and die of thirst before we even get sick!"

"It's a pity that the acidic rainwater is undrinkable, otherwise we would have a water source..."

He walked to the side of the boat, summoned his fishing rod, and cast his first line with a little practice.

Hopefully, the problems of food and fresh water can be solved next!

……

At the same time.

Inside the upscale Fengjiangyuan residential community.

"Ugh, this is so annoying! The battery's completely dead!"

Chu Xin irritably threw her phone on the sofa; the screen remained completely black.

She clutched her rumbling stomach, staring at the half-eaten bag of cookies on the coffee table, her eyes filled with resentment.

"That bastard Lu Fan... is he dead?! How dare he not reply to my messages!"

The voice just fell.

Second Aunt and Second Uncle quietly pulled Chu Xin to a corner of the kitchen and whispered:

"Xin'er! I think that Lu Fan kid is really drowned. The little food we have now is enough for Chen Ze—that big guy—to eat three meals in one sitting. If this keeps up, we'll all starve!"

"Let me think of a way..." Chu Xin said with a worried look on her face.

"Auntie has a plan! I've already found out—those old geezers next door have an inflatable raft! They bought it for their grandson to play in the water!" A fierce glint flashed in the second aunt's eyes. "Let Chen Ze steal it! Take us away!"

"Robbery? This...this is illegal, isn't it?" The second uncle was stunned, not expecting his wife to be so ruthless.

"We're starving to death, what's the point of breaking the law!" Auntie turned and patted Chu Xin's shoulder. "Good girl, go talk to Chen Ze and ask him for a favor. After all, he's the only man in our family!"

Second Uncle: ? ? ?

Chu Xin pondered for a moment, nodded, and went into the bedroom.

A few minutes later.

After listening to Chu Xin's suggestion, Chen Ze walked into the living room, clicked his tongue, and picked up a fruit knife from the side.

"Sure, sure! But the family next door has a son who's almost forty and quite big! I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of him by myself. Second Uncle, you'll have to lend me a hand."

The second uncle instinctively wanted to shake his head in refusal, but his second aunt pinched his waist hard, so he had no choice but to agree reluctantly.

And so, the two men, carrying kitchen knives, crept to the door of the neighbor's house.

After knocking on the door several times without getting a response.

Without wasting any words, Chen Ze grabbed a crowbar and violently broke open the security door.

Inside the house, an elderly couple and a middle-aged man in a vest were holding a rolling pin and a kitchen knife, ready to fight.

"What do you want! Get out!" the middle-aged man roared, brandishing his knife.

"Could I borrow your boat?"

"Screw you! Get out of here or I'll kill you!"

"Kill me?" Chen Ze sneered, his body suddenly leaping up, the knife in his hand heading straight for the other's neck.

He practiced Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) for several years and was extremely ruthless.

Before the middle-aged man could react, a large gash was slashed across his neck, and blood gushed out.

"My son!"

"Murder!!"

The elderly couple cried out and rushed at him desperately.

The area is closed.

In the chaos, the old man stabbed my second uncle in the thigh before he died, and blood flowed freely.

Chen Ze seized the opportunity and instantly eliminated the two men.

My second uncle screamed and fell to the ground. Looking at the corpses and the stench of blood filling the room, he trembled with fear.

"Xiao Ze... quick, help me up..." Uncle Er clutched his wound, sweating profusely from the pain.

Chen Ze flicked the blood off his knife and walked over, panting heavily.

He looked down at his second uncle, his eyes radiating murderous intent.

"Second Uncle, you're badly injured."

"Yes...take me back quickly to get it bandaged up..."

"Taking you along means sharing your food and taking care of you." Chen Ze squatted down, his voice eerily calm. "This boat isn't that big, and you're so old and lame. Don't be a burden to us!"

"Varied……"

The second uncle's eyes widened, and before he could even beg for mercy, a chill ran through his heart.

The fruit knife pierced his heart with pinpoint accuracy.

Chen Ze turned the knife handle expressionlessly until his second uncle breathed his last.

"Death ends it all, saving everyone the trouble."

He took a deep breath, his wrist trembling slightly.

I never expected that killing someone a second time would feel so exhilarating...

After a while, Chen Ze stood up, found the inflatable raft, and then swept all the supplies out of the house.

Finally, they threw their second uncle's body out the window.

After doing all this.

Chen Ze returned to the house covered in blood.

"Where's Second Uncle?" Chu Xin and her second aunt rushed to greet him.

"Those bastards...they were too ruthless." Chen Ze, his eyes red-rimmed, handed his second aunt the blood-stained half-sleeve he was holding, his voice choked with sobs. "My second uncle was pushed out of the window by them while trying to save me..."

"Old man!!" Auntie rolled her eyes and burst into tears.

Chu Xin was so frightened that she covered her mouth and tears streamed down her face.

Chen Ze pulled Chu Xin into a hug and buried her head in his shoulder.

"Xin Xin, thank goodness I survived! Let me recover for a couple of days, then we'll leave. Trust me, I'll make sure you live."

"Waaah... Aze, I'll do whatever you say!"

Chu Xin was deeply moved and hugged the man, who was covered in blood, tightly.

……

One o'clock in the afternoon.

Lu Fan sat at the bow of the boat, enjoying his morning's catch.

A 500ml bottle of mineral water, a pack of spicy beef jerky, and the small spicy strips from before.

The spiciness stimulated his taste buds, and when combined with the cool water going down his throat, Lu Fan felt like he had come back to life.

"My luck with those five fishing rods this morning was alright!"

Apart from mineral water and beef jerky to sustain life.

There was also a clean rubber hose, a bundle of timber, and a bag of quartz sand.

Although they are all low-level household items, it is the apocalypse after all, and these supplies are all useful things!

After finishing half a pack of beef jerky, Lu Fan wiped his mouth and glanced at the control panel.

[Host: Lu Fan]

Fishing attempts: 11 out of 100

[Proficiency Level: 63/200 points]

[Spirit Value: 7/30 points]

Stamina: 50/100 points

Hurry up! Cast again!

After some time...

Lu Fan had assumed it was just basic necessities.

But then the float suddenly sank.

Green light bursts forth.

Lu Fan quickly got up and skillfully lifted the rod to reel in the line.

After a few minutes of stalemate

A heavy, black, waterproof box landed on the deck.

Upon opening it, Lu Fan's breathing stopped instantly.