"They love rolling around and often clear out grass and shrubs nearby to make themselves comfortable. So, the muddier and messier the spot, with long drag marks and signs of chewed-up vegetation, the more likely you’ll find large fish."However, not all fish behave this way. Some prefer floating on their backs near the surface, others stick their heads into the mud with their tails sticking up. Some swim in circles, biting each other's tails in groups of five or six, others continuously leap above the water. The bubble crabs, in particular, trap themselves inside bubbles and float in the air. In short, you need to choose the right spot and target to catch the most productive type of aquatic creature."Once you’ve picked a location, you need to consider timing. Early mornings are great for catching silver-eyed goldfish, flickering fish, or bubble crabs. Late afternoons are better for nozzle-head fish, spined fish, striped boxer fish, pistol shrimp, or skull frogs. Midday is ideal for c

If the procurement department had set quotas for fish from the beginning, the boy could have argued: “I intended to sell this to the procurement office at the assigned price, there’s no way I’d sell it off in the black market." In that case, the Heavenly Wolf gang would have no excuse.Torin, fearing his fish would be stolen, resorted to fishing only sparingly. When he did catch something, he often released it or kept just one or two pounds, discreetly hiding it in his clothes to take home and cook for his brother and himself. If he didn’t land a big catch—a fish large enough to attract the attention of the upper management—there was no way he’d reveal his success.This was a systemic flaw in the organization, even a nation—a lack of proper oversight and loopholes in management.If the system cannot ensure a clean and healthy environment, cannot guarantee the rights and rewards of laborers, and cannot ensure that their efforts yield what they deserve, people will never be motivated to

Memphis flicked his hand lightly, summoning an Ice Minion beside him. Almost immediately, the minion disappeared, replaced by Wylie standing nearby.Next to them was the frozen corpse of the fish, its body locked in a rigid state and marked with the "Ice Poison" seal.A new servant in the shape of a fish had replaced the regular Ice Minion. Along with this servant were a skill scroll, an item card, and an experience crystal encased in frost.In just one second, a Level 18 mutant fish had been taken down by the coordinated efforts of three people.Torin’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he watched. A chill of fear coursed through him. This... this...The three lessons he had proudly shared earlier suddenly felt utterly worthless when faced with absolute power. The leader and his two deputies had slain a water monster in the blink of an eye, seemingly without breaking a sweat. The sheer power was terrifying.In the Grieving River, fish blood spread out in murky streaks, filli

Each time an urn was set down, the name and background of the fallen hero was read aloud, their deeds recounted, and their dreams and aspirations remembered. It was as if their life stories were being replayed, allowing them to merge into the historical narrative and stir the collective emotions of those gathered.What does it mean to die?Death is not simply the cessation of breath, the stopping of a heartbeat, or the halting of blood flow and neural activity.People only truly die when they are erased completely—when their names are forgotten, their faces fade, and their stories are no longer told.People only die when they are no longer remembered.As long as someone remembers them, they continue to live on in the hearts of the living, becoming part of their memories, their souls, and their consciousness.The immortal."Raymond Lee... my brother..."Xander Palmer and Travis Tate stood in a corner, gazing at the distant stone monument and the beaming photograph of their fallen comra

Big Black Dog's Villa.The moment Memphis appeared, the massive dog, as large as a raging buffalo, lying sprawled out lazily, opened its round eyes to glance at him. After sniffing the air and confirming the visitor was a familiar figure, it let out a long yawn and shut its eyes again.Lying next to the mutated chili plant was warm, cozy, and utterly delightful.Memphis cast his gaze toward the chili plant. Three unripe chilies, six blossoms, and thousands of leaves adorned it. The mutated chili plant had grown to a height of 1.5 meters, its base as thick as an adult's wrist. With nine robust branches sprouting countless smaller ones and roots burrowing into a pit of decaying zombies, the plant appeared strong and thriving.The three ripe chilies stored in the metal container were still unused. Memphis hadn’t yet decided who would benefit from them next.After studying the chili plant, he turned to Big Black Dog and asked: “Woof woof woof…""Big Black Dog, the Grieving River has a ver