The days adrift at sea were monotonous.
And with only a few people aboard the ship, the joy wrung from them had peaked. If one wanted to continue improving through joy, they'd need to wait until docking to affect more people.
So.
Duge could only focus on fishing.
In the simulation arena, strength was the foundation of survival. Otherwise, when encountering other players, you'd be killed with a single blow, and even the most advanced skills would be useless.
Moreover, with the limited information on board, aside from fishing there wasn't much else he could do.
When the captain fished, when Duge went fishing, his strength increased rapidly.
The sea was brimming with fish; each one caught added to his strength.
Occasionally, if he was lucky to encounter a school of sardines or a group of large fish like whale sharks, Duge's stats would rocket up as if he were on a rocket, soaring upwards.
In the past few days, his rank had jumped from over nine hundred to 223.
