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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 343 "Return to course

The military administrative region of Frost's eastern port was restless, with many having been awake all night.

Ever since the Sea Swallow lost contact, more than twenty-four hours had passed. Even the port church's clerics had attempted to reach out to the shipboard priests with spiritual energy calls, but no response was received.

The only clues and traces were pointing towards terrible possibilities.

In the harbor office, a middle-aged man in the uniform of a Frost Navy commander, his hair thinning, sat grim-faced behind a desk. A few other officers sat in chairs around the room, which was not large but filled with a heavy, oppressive atmosphere, as if a storm was brewing.

"We still haven't found any trace of the Sea Swallow. We have searched three times towards the direction of Frost mainland from the last known signal of the Sea Swallow. There's nothing on the surface," said a civilian military officer with light brown short hair, shaking his head.