In this vast, cold, and lethal ice-sealed world, he used his own hands and wisdom to create a warm, tranquil, and hopeful "absolute domain" for himself, which measured less than three square meters.
This is not merely survival; it is gradually becoming a way of life.
He patiently waited, waited for the first greeting from the underwater world!
Time passed by, second by second.
Outside the shed, the sun started to slowly slide from the zenith towards the west, and inside, the light transitioned from bright to a dim yellow.
The charcoal inside the iron barrel had already been replaced, yet the fishing rod in front of him stood completely still as if under a spell.
An hour had passed.
Lin Yu'an slightly furrowed his brow and gently pulled on the fishing line, feeling the subtle sensation transmitted back from the lead sinker underwater.
"The underwater environment is fine, the bait is fine too..." he murmured to himself, beginning a self-analysis.
