A day later, Nameless carried a bucket back to his room.
He sat on the edge of the bed, looked at the fish in the bucket, and frowned after counting them. After an entire day, he had only caught eight fish, and they were all Power Bank Fish.
He had originally been full of ambition, hoping to catch an Electric Car Fish. In the end, forget Electric Car Fish—even Electric Bike Fish had stopped biting.
Stormy weather could bring out rare fish, but it also greatly increased the difficulty of fishing. The fish would appear at different depths with the undercurrents. Without experience, one could not even touch their tails.
Then Nameless looked at the bag beside him. It contained soap, shampoo, a Flying Chicken Cup, milk pudding, face masks, a blood oxygen monitor, antiviral oral solution, Compound Luobuma Tablets, Compound Danshen Tablets, 406 glue, canned olive vegetables, Tata Candy, a razor...
There were also five fishing rods.
The haul was plentiful.
Clearly, Angler's Fishing Rod did not simply catch whatever existed in the sea. Nameless suspected that its true ability was to conjure things from nothing.
As long as bait was put into the water, whether there was anything in it or not, it seemed to have a chance of hooking something.
Nameless sighed, then went into the bathroom and took out a bucket. After filling it halfway with water, he carried it to the bed, picked up Angler's Fishing Rod, put the bait into the bucket, and lay down to rest.
His body was not tired. He was mainly bored.
Boredom was torture, especially when nothing was biting.
In the middle of the night, Nameless suddenly opened his eyes. He grabbed the fishing rod with one hand and pulled. A soggy pack of toilet paper landed on the