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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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368 Chs

Chapter 332: The Tailing Duo

In the entire house, except for the room where Brown Scott was last seen, no place showed any indication of abnormality.

In fact, even the room that was "contaminated" by the grey-black mud showed no residual traces of transcendent power—aside from the visual shock brought by the weird mud substance, there wasn't a shred of transcendent force present within the building.

All that did not belong to this mundane world had departed with the disappearance of Brown Scott.

On the first floor of the house, Garland was still sleeping. The tall Senkin woman, with skin like stone, was leaning in the corner of the sofa, her sleeping posture calm and serene, her face relaxed.

In her dreams, she was still a student studying under her teacher, living her days in peace as usual. Her knowledgeable and amiable teacher had just ended his years of travel and had recently returned home, ready to tell her many, many tales of distant affairs.