Damn It, When Did I Get Hit by an Illusion?!

Watching the barrage turn against him first, Ethan Vale's dad was dumbfounded. The ones who had just said they wouldn't play were everyone, and the ones saying they would play now were also everyone.

He did enjoy fishing. When he heard Ethan Vale mention it, he had been tempted too. But weren't the fans supposed to come first? Since everyone said they wouldn't play, he could firmly say he wouldn't either.

The two had already hung up, but the fans were all panicking. Most of Old Ye's followers were cultivation-game players who enjoyed hunting and fishing.

Though in games like these, the screen usually showed nothing for most of the time, and during hunts, they often spent much of their time just strolling around.

Yet it was precisely that feeling of spending so much time and getting nothing that immersed people so deeply they could not pull themselves away.

Being able to hunt all kinds of creatures in the world was already enough to make them happy. Now that they thought they could also fish for the world's fish, they were even happier.

'First came the Stroll Simulator, and now there's the Standing Simulator! Life is giving us more and more to look forward to!'

'Just thinking about standing there for hours makes me excited!'

'Life keeps getting better!'

'Uncle, we were wrong. Can you forgive us?'

'Uncle, I know it's embarrassing, but I need to ask you for one more favor.'

The call had already ended, but the players had gone crazy.

This was when the allure of fishing came into play.

People said men did not have many hobbies. Smoking, drinking, and getting perms were entertainment; only fishing was serious business.

They had clearly only wanted to teach Old Thief a lesson. Who knew the call would