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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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435 Chs

Chapter 317 Facing Terror

The ship was filled with colors from memories—yet the longer Tyrion stayed aboard, the more he realized that many things were different from what he remembered.

Like those objects that seemed to come alive and scurried around the ship.

Like the spectral sails that had lost their substance and floated like gauze on the masts.

Like the unfamiliar first mate in the captain's cabin—referred to by his father as "Goat Head," a strange sculpture.

He sat across the navigation desk, looking at the somewhat familiar objects in the room. Many things could still be found in his memory, only now they bore many blotchy traces. His father sat opposite him, talking about the events that had occurred between the Deep Sea Church and Homeloss, and the lady Judge from Prand was sitting next to his father, chiming in from time to time.

The changes in events had entirely exceeded his expectations.