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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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645 Chs

Chapter 238: The Pursuit of the Brilliant Starship

There are three hours left before the sun will rise from the distant sea level, replacing the eerie night with the relatively safe and stable daylight—if the sun indeed rises normally.

Duncan glanced at the mechanical clock hanging not far away, its hands moving steadily.

"Do you plan to wait for the sunrise?" a goat-headed voice suddenly asked, "There are still three hours."

"…Waiting around for three hours is less interesting than sitting here looking at a mostly pale sea chart," Duncan shook his head, stood up to stretch his shoulders, and slowly walked toward his bedroom, "I'll go rest for a while. If I'm not out before sunrise, you can just call me."

"At your service."

Duncan nodded, pushed the door and returned to his bedroom, carelessly tossing the paper with the mystical emblem on it onto the desk, heading toward the bed not far away.