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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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648 Chs

Chapter 257 "Politeness

The swift bell rang urgently, pealing seven short chimes, and after a few seconds' interval, it rang another seven times, three rounds in total.

Tirian listened attentively to the noises outside the window. He heard some talking in the hallways and rushed footsteps on the square outside.

The mid and senior-ranking priests were responding to the bell, arranging protection at key points and preparing for the vigil. The highest-ranking figures in the cathedral probably had already gone to a secret sanctuary, ready to participate in the saints' assembly.

Tirian was not a man of the church, but he had lived half a century and understood the rules quite well. He could discern critical information from the frequency and repetition of the bell—it was the summoning bell for "Listening." It was an invitation to a meeting issued directly from the Tomb of the Nameless King, and the situation sounded quite urgent.