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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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627 Chs

Chapter 347: Silent Sanctum

The Mist Fleet had arrived, moving out in full force.

For the past half a century, this infamous Cursed Fleet had always hung over the heads of the Frostfolk like a sharp blade—it was the legacy of the Frost Queen, an unvanishing shadow after the great rebellion half a century ago, standing like a colossal iceberg in the Chill Sea, its cold and hard shell concealing the unpredictable mind of the undead pirate general.

Whenever it was mentioned, the people of the Frost City-State couldn't help but lower their voices.

Almost everyone familiar with history knew that the success of the rebellion in Frost a half-century ago, the triumph of the ragtag rebels over the strongest queen's fleet in history, didn't rely on "justice" or "protection"—their victory was chiefly because the queen's main fleet wasn't around Frost Island at that time.