My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 1308 - 497: A Hint_2

Chapter 1308: Chapter 497: A Hint_2

Owen Bertram saw that the nearby area was already crowded, so he continued walking along the main road. After about ten miles or so, the number of people significantly decreased. An older Treasure Fisher kindly reminded him, "Young man, don’t go any further. The further you go, the more dangerous it becomes. The danger here isn’t just from the Road of Despair."

"Uncle, it’s my first time here, and I’m not too familiar with it. Are there demon beasts around?"

"Of course." The old man held his fishing rod, closely watching the fish line, and casually answered Owen: "Of course, the influence of the Road of Despair on the surrounding area has increased in recent years, and the wild beasts in the mountains have slowly turned into demon beasts."

"Moreover, the danger isn’t just from demon beasts. There are many bandit gangs in the mountains that specialize in robbing Treasure Fishers. So, young man, if you fish up something valuable, don’t reveal it casually, or you might be targeted by them."

Owen Bertram nodded: "Thank you, sir. I’ll try my luck here." He took out his fishing gear. It was different from regular fishing - there was no need for a float or hook. The end of the fish line was tied with a bundle of tree gum, which was extremely sticky. In the fishing gear that Owen bought from Mr. Henry, there was also a delicate iron claw hidden within the tree gum. Once it stuck to a treasure, it would immediately unfold and firmly grip the treasure without unhooking.

This kind of iron claw was already a Divine Artifact, though just a one-mountain Divine Artifact. It was very practical and affordable.

The old man saw his fishing gear and couldn’t help but smile: "Nice equipment."

Owen Bertram also smiled: "My skills are not good, so I have to rely on equipment."

He sat by the roadside, swinging the fishing rod back and forth over the Road of Despair. Suddenly, the front end of the fish line disappeared into a space-time layer.

Owen kept releasing the fish line, and the old man said, "Patience is the most important thing." Owen had plenty of patience. He had no idea how to reach the end of the Road of Despair. According to Mr. Henry, walking along the sides of the main road would not be a feasible approach.

Owen first used Treasure Fishing to get a glimpse of the secrets of the Road of Despair, and then decided on his next move.

The uncle beside him was talkative. Treasure Fishing didn’t have the concern of "scaring the fish"; people who were fishing had nothing to do during their long wait and would chat with other Treasure Fishers nearby.

"...In this business, skill is important, but it requires a long time to accumulate experience. In fact, luck is even more important. Hehe, luckily, my luck isn’t too bad. I can fish up something about every three days. If you’re new and don’t have good luck, don’t worry. Just be patient, and your time will come."

Like an old fisherman, Owen sat cross-legged by the road, holding the fishing rod. He casually asked, "Is fishing up something every three days a lot?"

The old man’s face showed an expression that said, ’You’re really a rookie.’ From the side, a bearded Treasure Fisher stuck his head out: "Young fellow, you really don’t know anything about the market. For us, being able to fish up something once a week is already pretty good. You say Joel George can fish something every three days. Is that a lot?

We all gathered around him to fish for treasure because of his luck. For this, we pooled money together to get him a good drink every day." Talking about this, the man looked a bit resentful: "So, young fellow, you’re taking advantage of us."

Joel George patted Owen Bertram’s shoulder and said earnestly, "Young man, you need to lower your expectations for Treasure Fishing."

Owen let out an "Oh" and flicked his wrist. Joel George and the bearded middle-aged man Oliver, who had just spoken, saw the fish line tighten, pulling something out of the space-time layer.

"No way..." Their eyes widened as they stared fixedly at Owen’s fish line. Eventually, they saw a divine-looking oil lamp being dragged out with a light ’puh’ sound.

Owen grabbed the oil lamp with his hand, shook his head, and placed it aside. Oliver, excitedly, threw down his fishing rod and approached: "Athena Divine Creation! You, fellow... you really have good luck! I’ve been empty-handed for five days now, and you’ve been here for less than ten minutes. My God, this is unfair!"

Although Joel George was somewhat unbalanced, he still kindly reminded Owen, "Quickly put it away. Any of the surrounding woods might hide the eyes of the Bandit Gang, even among the Treasure Fishers, they might have placed an informant."

Owen didn’t care about the bandit gang, but he still took out the black cloth bag he bought from Mr. Henry and put the oil lamp inside, hiding the Divine Light.

Oliver went back, enviously comforting himself, "Beginners have good luck. When I first started, my luck was also not bad, and it only took me three days to fish up a treasure."

Owen’s divine consciousness spread along the fish line, following it into the space-time layer. However, the perception range in the space-time layer was limited, and he could only sense blurry information due to the mysterious power. Owen could sense that there was something within this range and maneuver the fish line accordingly. However, he wouldn’t know what the treasure was until the prize was fished out.

The Red Clan’s believers didn’t cultivate divine consciousness, so their Treasure Fishing could only rely on luck. The process of Treasure Fishing was also a way for Owen to explore these space-time layers with his divine consciousness.

If a living being stepped onto the Road of Despair, they would certainly fall into these space-time layers. But the fish line could fish out the treasures. It was difficult to explain this logically. An intuitive analogy would be: people would drown in a river, but even those who couldn’t swim could learn to fish.