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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 276 Swift Judgment

The brief touch of her own "smoke" had dissipated.

Yet more smoke was continuously escaping from the Storm Cathedral, drifting and fluctuating, gathering like a dark cloud, invisibly assembling above Plunder, and its coverage area was gradually expanding, eventually spreading over half the city-state.

Duncan's fingertips still retained a trace of a cold sensation, he slightly furrowed his brow, gazing upward at the sky above the urban area, his mind filled with doubts.

That gray-white fog gave him a feeling... as if some colossal creature had lost its form, and its soul was ascending in the dimension of reality, unrestrainedly transformed into this appearance. It was as if something from behind the reality dimension was gradually releasing its perception, using the fog as tentacles to "touch" the contours of the real world.

This second feeling was particularly evident when he touched that wisp of smoke.