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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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544 Chs

Chapter 382: The Sudden Appearance of Flames

In his frantic running, Lawrence couldn't help but look back toward the direction from which Martha's voice had come.

However, besides the thick fog that didn't dissipate on Dagger Island, he saw nothing—the voice seemed as though it had risen directly in his mind, urging him repeatedly to leave the island, to return to the Homeloss, to leave this place, to go to Frost.

Martha certainly wasn't here.

But Lawrence still believed this was some kind of guidance—perhaps from his faith, perhaps from his subconscious, where unnoticed clues and intuition were guiding him, guiding him to a way out of this predicament.

He sprinted toward the harbor as the piercing wind and fog hit his face, whooshing past his ears while his first mate and sailors surrounded him, and the continuous booming of cannon fire could still be heard from a distance, including the firing from Homeloss' light escort guns—the Homeloss's retaliation against the "enemy's" attacks seemed weak, clearly at a disadvantage.