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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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627 Chs

Chapter 156: The Missing Years

The old man's tone was very calm, as if he was telling a story with which he just happened to have been involved for a while.

"Sorry for being talkative, old age makes one prone to chattiness," the priest smiled and said to Fenna, "Do you have friends from other religious sects?"

"...I have a good friend who is a cleric at the Academy of Truth," Fenna thought for a moment, "but she doesn't talk to me much about the precepts of the God of Wisdom Rahm."

"Believers of the God of Wisdom, eh... That's normal. Their creeds usually require a college degree to understand, and sometimes even a passing score in higher mathematics," the priest nodded as if it were a matter of course, "By contrast, the followers of the Death God are the easiest to deal with—after all, we all have to die."

With that, the old man paused and looked curiously at the neatly arranged files behind Fenna, "Judge, can you tell me, what are you looking for?"

Fenna suddenly hesitated.