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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 388 Phantom Boundary

Duncan didn't go anywhere after leaving the captain's quarters, instead, he turned around and once again took hold of the handle of the "Homeloss's Door," and he pushed it open—

Zhou Ming returned to his bedroom.

Looking around, the familiar scenery greeted his eyes; everything in the room was exactly as he left it, and it seemed like a long time since he'd last returned here.

Slowly stepping over the threshold, his feet on the somewhat worn and blotchy floor, Zhou Ming naturally went to check the tightly shut window first, examining the traces on the windowsill and confirming the status of the window lock—though he knew in his heart it was meaningless, he still meticulously completed the inspection and solemnly picked up the diary hanging next to the window to record today's findings on a blank page:

There have been no changes in the doors and windows, and during my absence, this room has not been opened.