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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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638 Chs

Chapter 343 "Return to Port

Frost Eastern Port Military District, many had stayed up all night.

Since the Sea Swallow had lost contact, more than twenty-four hours had elapsed, and even spiritual energy calls from the onboard priest at the port church had received no response.

The only clues and traces all pointed to dire possibilities.

In the port office, a middle-aged man with sparse hair, dressed in a Frost Navy commander's uniform, sat grimly behind a desk, while several other commanders occupied other chairs in the room. The atmosphere in the not-too-large room was tense and oppressive, as if brewing up a storm.

"So far, no trace of the Sea Swallow has been found. We've searched towards Frost Island from the last known signal location of the Sea Swallow three times, and found nothing on the sea surface," a civilian officer with light brown short hair said, shaking his head.