The Fisherman's Preparations

Nana stared at the photo in her hand with a lovestruck expression. It showed Fire Dragon smashing a gargoyle apart with one punch.

"I want it so badly, I love it so much, ahh!~"

Not far away, the young man—Zuo Hua—covered his face helplessly. Why were all his teammates like this?

The reason he complained was that he had another teammate, a scruffy middle-aged man who was currently holding a fishing rod and fishing on the sea.

Stop at every lake, cast a line at every body of water.

That was He Liping.

"Nana, how did the probe go just now?"

"What a handsome dragon~"

Zuo Hua: "Ahem!"

"Oh! I got one! I got one!"

He Liping sharply pulled up his rod, reeling in a sea fish over four feet long.

"I knew the resources here were good."

Zuo Hua took a deep breath. Don't get angry. Don't get angry.

These teammates were hopeless. He would have to rely on himself.

Very quickly, Zuo Hua calmed down through self-consolation.

Nana: "I want it so badly~"

He Liping: "Huh? How did you know I caught a big fish?"

Zuo Hua, who looked like a frail scholar, raised a huge millstone and brought it down twice with a bang.

Now it was quiet.

The sea fish bounced back into the sea.

As for the person who had reeled it in, his head was currently buried in the ground, leaving him with no energy to care about it.

"Phew~"

"The master was right. I really can't keep draining myself internally, or it'll be bad for my physical and mental health."

"Can you listen to people now?"

He Liping tremblingly raised a hand, and Nana put away the photo.

Zuo Hua repeated his question.

Nana thought for a moment. "If we fought head-on, none