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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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417 Chs

Chapter 212: End of the Divergent Paths

All the churches fell in a short amount of time, one after another, as scorching "Fireballs" rose from beneath the City-State, burning the last real anchor point of Prand. The bell tones ceased one after another; in but a moment, the only things left of this maritime jewel were the endless ruins and ashes.

Fanna rushed like a storm through the burning crossroads and streets, heading toward the cathedral that was now engulfed in flames reaching to the sky. In her vision, the cathedral had quickly transformed—

The main building had collapsed, the thousand-year-old architectural framework melted and crumbled like wax. The towering side structures were reduced to twisted, red-hot skeletons in the blink of an eye. And above all this, a "Sun" with a bright white rim and an interior as dark and red as dried blood hung silently over the cathedral. It looked like a terrifying portal to an endless abyss, yet it continued to release destructive light and heat.