Saving the World in an Apocalypse-Style Text Game

[By the riverbank, stood a man in a blue shirt, wearing a conical bamboo hat, holding a fishing rod and fishing in silence.]

[You furrowed your brow; the appearance of a normal human male in the Origin Dragon God Palace, a place tainted and overrun with monsters, was an extremely abnormal sight.]

[With your body on guard and your hand gripping the Dragon Spear tightly, you slowly approached the man in the blue shirt...]

[He glanced at you, then smiled and beckoned, "Fellow brother," he said, "the object of my fishing is a rare and unusual treasure of this world. If you’re interested, perhaps you would like to take a look.]

[As they say, ’to the viewer go the spoils,’ should I manage to catch this thing, then it shall benefit you as well, and sharing its fortune is not out of the question.]

As soon as Lin Xun saw this situation, he knew it was likely some special event.

[You didn’t let your guard down and cautiously moved closer to the man in the blue shirt...]

[The man heaved a sigh and said, "The way of fishing is by no means an easy task.]

[He sometimes sat quietly by the riverbank, from dawn to dusk without a catch – what the common world calls ’an empty army.’]

[The fish are cunning, devouring the bait without leaving a trace; the line hangs in vain, missing again and again, eliciting deep sighs of lament.]

[Even with all the patience in the world and skills honed a thousand times over, there are times when even these cannot prevent the fishes’ traces from eluding discovery...]