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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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The old caretaker of the cemetery disliked these days of unceasing snow—not just because the cold weather made his already overburdened joints ache, but also because the snowy weather always reminded him of things from a long time ago.

Things that were not so good.

Like the rebellion fifty years ago, the frost calamity thirty years ago, the great collapse in the southern district seventeen years ago... such heavy snowfall seldom brought anything good.

The old man rubbed his hands together and glanced back at the cemetery, now also covered with snow.

The boundaries of the cemetery's paths were blurred by the snow, and the vast white ground was marked only by footsteps sketching out the route to the morgue and the caretaker's lodge, the gas lamps had been extinguished, and the dark lamp posts stood like dead tree trunks in the snow, looking rather lonely.