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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 · Ciencia y ficción
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417 Chs

Chapter 348: Bishop Ivan's Secret

Agatha took out the whistleblower's letter — a piece of correspondence that, at first glance, seemed to be written on the most common stationery, enveloped by a local Frost factory product, and even used very ordinary ink. It was delivered to her from Cemetery No. 3, and honestly, if she hadn't known that the old guard wouldn't play such a prank on her, Agatha would never have believed that this thing actually came from an indescribable, superior Transcendent being.

She even found herself unable to sense any Transcendent power from the letter — but after a few simple tests, she had confirmed that it indeed was the work of that superior Transcendent.

From the gloomy coffin, there came a sound of fabric rubbing together, and the heavy lid finally opened slowly, accompanied by a peculiar fragrance. A body, wrapped in bandages like a mummy, slowly rose.