Raised in Dungeon - Chapter 7 7 : I Saw No One

After nearly been killed by his classmates, Dave found himself running along the street until a giant meteor strike hit him.Moments later, he woke up only to find the world around him in chaos. It’s an Apocalypse![Welcome user, you have been granted the beast taming system!][Combat Skill: Black Belt][Swordsmanship Skill: 100% Skilled][Gun Shooting Skill: 100% Accurate][All Skill has been Maxed out, but Energy point is needed to tame, control and summon beasts]To obtain energy points, he needs to be in an interaction with the opposite gender; a female. The interactions were things that Dave hadn’t done before, but he was more than excited to try it all.“Is it just to kiss to obtain energy points? I’ll gladly kiss her.”“Wait that isn’t enough? I need to explore her body instead? Okay, no worries!”With this, he had another side goal, and that was to create a harem of girls to aid him in his journey to become strong in this chaotic world.Join Dave as he became even more stronger, tamed numerous beasts, and fought down whosoever stands against his goals.

I found myself lost in a different world, the characters I once read about in web novels were in front of me, harassing me, ruining my damn day. Also, a shitty system that asks you to do strange quests. But you know, the only good thing about all this: I have a beautiful face, it's nice to look in the mirror... ha, ha... I'm going crazy! How the hell am I going to survive in this damn world?tring![System Notification]- [Mission]*Participate in the NOVA Academy entrance exam[Compensation: ??][Failure: System loss]

In a world where humanity lives in suspended space, children undergo a fishing test when they come of age. Those with immaculate talents have the possibility of becoming great fishing masters.

In the endless sea, every life is imbued with a sacred mission. There are fish that can fly, turtles that have absorbed the worldly essence, and whales that can devour the heaven and earth… There are also countless fishers.

Fishing is an art.

There is an ancient saying: If you can’t fish, you might as well be bait.

Behind the calm smile lies a heart riddled with scars.Beneath the weight of fate burns an unyielding gaze.A body trapped in the abyss of despair—if it reaches out, can it grasp the light called hope?A soul locked upon the rack of destiny—if it prays sincerely, can it embrace the future called redemption?