The strongest matters

However, he said with a smile, "Supervisor Kofi, I've lost my fishing pole and bait, so…"

Kofi grinned. "No biggie. I'll give you an ordinary fishing pole and a box of bait for only ten cedis. What do you think?"

The man was obviously taking advantage of him. An ordinary fishing pole cost three cedis, and a box of bait was worth eight cedis

Taking a deep breath, Moses said, "Supervisor Kofi, I only have twenty cedis. Can I borrow your tools?"

Kofi changed his expression and said angrily, "Why didn't you tell me sooner that you have no money? You don't even have ten cedis? You are destined to be a civilian for the rest of your life… If you die in an ocean, how can you pay me back?"

Although that was what he said, Kofi turned and left, not forgetting to tell Moses to head to his store, but interest would be collected!

Vidza Moses was infuriated, but he also realized that he was in a world where the strong preyed on the weak. Revenge was a dish best served cold. He decided to hold himself back until he could get back at the guy.

Very soon, Moses came to the departure port.

Kofi had a store for himself, but he paid little attention to it. When Moses came, the man was eating a tiny shellfish.

Kofi found a ragged fishing pole and a box of green bait in his store, before he tossed them to Moses.

He said, "You would've been exiled if you weren't still eligible for the Fishing Trial. Go now. Remember, one Ghana cedis per every day."

In the registration office, Vidza Moses finished the paperwork and under the receptionist's gaze, Moses boarded an eight-men boat.

A middle-aged man next to Vidza said, "Sit tight. We've leaving."

Moses was still astounded despite the last experience. This world was too splendid. The reflection of the enormous sun dyed the ocean red. It was very beautiful.

"Hey! What's interesting about the sun? You're not baiting the hook?"

Vidza Moses turned around, only to discover that everybody was putting the green bait on the hooks of their fishing poles.

The green bait was the most common bait for regular fishermen. It was like an earthworm but thicker and shorter.

A young man on the boat looked at Vidza Moses "You were the guy who was pulled into the ocean by a Green Turtle yesterday?"

Synopsis

1 drop of blood = 1-Up

Other people game overnight, I game overnight and bleed.

Ever since the dimensional storms descended upon Earth, numerous dimensional zones have appeared, bringing with them all kinds of dimensional creatures—Immortals, Buddhas, Devils, Angels, Elves, etc.

Yet, all these strange dimensional zones can turn into dungeon instances on my phone. Other people risk their lives adventuring, I spend all my time gaming.

Monsters drop dimensional crystals that boost stats, imbue new skills, and join me as Companion Beasts. These Companion Beasts fight alongside me or alone, augmenting me with their skills and strength. Rare monsters in real life? I'll just restart the game with a drop of blood to grind it.

I really need a blood transfusion. he end up by getting a sickness instead of the money. What lessons have drawn from the above message?

This story originally come from Han Fei.

God bless you.