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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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509 Chs

Chapter 374: The Frost Envoy

Tirian stood on the towering bridge of the Sea Mist, his gaze piercing through the broad windows, fixating on the distant, vast sea.

That was once the direction of Dagger Island---but now, there lay nothing but a wide expanse of open water, and a few patrol boats still fruitlessly searching for clues.

Dagger Island had been missing for so long, yet neither the Frostfolk nor the Mist Fleet had uncovered anything in this area of the sea.

The great pirate sighed, turned away from the bridge, and walked into his own captain's quarters---on the desk of the captain's quarters sat an ancient-looking oval mirror, clashing with the overall modern style of the Sea Mist.

Approaching the mirror, Tirian looked at his own reflection, appearing somewhat hesitant.

But soon, he cast aside that hesitation, reached into a drawer, and took out an ornate candle holder for performing rituals, placing it in front of the mirror.