The Fishing Net of Destiny
As Lott cast his fishing line into the long river of time, he felt a peculiar excitement. Along with the line, the decorative fishing net flew through the air, and he mused to himself, "Isn't that normal?" The fishing rod and net entered the river simultaneously, triggering his system to activate.
At that moment, Lott felt a heavy power in his hands—heavier than anything he had caught before. "This is a bigger bulk product," he thought, lifting the fishing rod only to find nothing on the line. His face lit up with joy; if nothing was on the line, that could only mean one thing: something was ensnared in the net.
"Let's see what I've caught…" Lott said, anticipation bubbling in his voice. He closed his eyes, embracing the ritual of the moment, and raised the fishing rod high. As he opened his eyes, he beheld a gleaming golden armour emerging from the fishing net.
"This armour…" he exclaimed, recognition dawning on him. He took a moment to recall its origin, his surprise deepening. "Over time, more and more treasures are appearing," he thought, marvelling at his luck.
Flashback: Ancient India
Thousands of years prior, the sun god Surya was preparing for the birth of his illegitimate child with a mortal woman named Quinti. "I want my son to wear golden armour and earrings, radiating with brilliance at his birth," he declared, lifting the earrings he had chosen. But as he reached for the golden armour, he suddenly froze.
"Wait! Where is my golden armour?" he gasped, realizing it had vanished. The sun god looked around in confusion, then noticed a massive fishing net hanging in the sky above him, holding the very armour he had prepared for his heir.
"Hey, wait! Why are my earrings there too?" Surya shouted in frustration. "Who did this?" His anger flared; someone was mocking him. "This is an affront!" he thought, raising his hand to unleash an attack.
Surya's first strike was met with utter failure as it failed to pierce the fishing net. "What is happening?" he muttered, bewildered. His dignity was on the line, and he felt humiliated. Determined, he unleashed a flurry of attacks, each one more desperate than the last.
As golden light filled the sky, the Indian gods watched in astonishment. "What's going on with Surya?" one murmured. "Is he trying to provoke us?"
On earth, the people, terrified by the celestial display, fell to their knees, praying for mercy. "There's no spirit left to resist the gods' wrath," they whispered, shaking with fear.
Back in the sky, Surya continued his relentless assault, panting and growing increasingly alarmed as none of his efforts were effective. "What kind of fishing net is this?" he wondered, realizing he had never encountered such strength before. "Who is this god that dares to toy with me?"
In that moment of desperation, he swore to himself that he would discover the identity of this mysterious figure who had humiliated him. As he contemplated his next steps, he suddenly noticed other gods surrounding him.
"Surya, what are you doing?" one asked, bewildered.
"Um, just exercising. Do you believe it?" he replied with a forced laugh, masking his fatigue. He knew he was in no shape to fight anyone, let alone a group of gods. With his energy nearly depleted, he felt a twinge of fear about what was to come.
Lott, meanwhile, remained blissfully unaware of the divine drama unfolding. His attention was solely on the fishing rod and the armour, wondering what other treasures the long river of time might yield.