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Ashes Of Deep Sea

Duncan Abnomar was transmigrated to a magical world. Most of the lands of the world had sunken, and the surviving humans could only live on islands. Due to an unknown reason, the world was also contaminated and strange phenomena and things would randomly appear. Humans had developed steam gear technology, and the islands were connected through boats. They survived by studying strange phenomena that happened all around the world. However, as the captain of a scary-looking ghost ship, Duncan was facing a huge challenge. "How the heck do I steer this ship?" Highly recommended by experienced editor: MC is transmigrated to a world mostly covered in water and far from civilization. He becomes the captain of the ghost ship, the 'Homeloss'. He steers through the fog and adventures through the broken world and the unknown deep sea. As he discovers the ruins of abandoned civilization, he would also stumble into the war between the strange phenomena and the devil gods. The story takes place in a combination of ocean and Chutly mythology world, a new and interesting background. It’s an attractive story to read due to the author’s sense of humor and mastery over the ambiance of the story. --------------- Another-style introduction: "On that day, a thick fog engulfed everything. On that day, he became the captain of a ghost ship. On that day, he crossed the dense fog and faced a completely overturned and shattered world – the former order was completely gone, and peculiar phenomena dominated the endless seas beyond civilized society. The island city-states and the fleets challenging the sea have become the only lights of civilization left, while the shadows of old days still lurk in the deep sea, waiting to devour this dying world again. But for the new captain, there's only one pressing question – Does anyone know how to sail this damn ship?!"

Yuan Tong · Sci-fi
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626 Chs

Chapter 154: Archive Library

The caretaker of the archive was an aged old priest, bent at the waist, his sparse white hair in disarray, adorned atop with a complex set of lenses made from brass cranks and crystal panes, with a scent of machine oil emanating from his being.

The old priest sat behind a dark-hued circular desk, intently studying what appeared to be a mechanical creation akin to a Rubik's cube through the lens assembly, using some delicate tools to disassemble the cube into a pile of components. The brilliance of the gas lamp shone on these parts, giving them a glittering glow.

As Fenna approached, her tall figure blocked the light to the side, prompting the old priest to lift his head and push aside the lenses from before his eyes. Seeing who it was, he smiled, "Oh, it's the Judge—what assistance do you need today?"

"Where can I find the City-State's disaster records from around the year 1889?" Fenna nodded to the old priest and inquired.