Mo Fei looked at the fishing gear in his hand. Obviously home-made, it was very crude in design, but it had all the basic functions: the fishing rod was nothing but a tree branch, the float was made from a small piece of pine wood, and the hook was made from some plant's thorn. It seemed like the fishing line was made from the threads of a coarse cloth given to beginners—no wonder the old man was shirtless.
Could this thing really catch fish? Was that even possible? But then Mo Fei realized how silly his question was. Hadn't the man just caught a fish with it? This must count as breaking the system's rules, right? Mo Fei felt a sense of unexpected shock as he tried to skewer the earthworm onto the hook.
[System Notification: You inflicted 1 point of damage on the earthworm, killing it. You have earned 0 experience points.]
Mo Fei: "..."
