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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 · Romance
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508 Chs

Chapter 315 Greatly Shocked

General Belazov arrived at the secret chamber.

The moment he stepped into this large building, forged from a mix of reinforced steel, concrete, and giant stone foundations, the burly, gray-haired soldier felt an aura of majesty, solemnity, and a palpable eeriness—all emanating from the rune carvings visible throughout the structure and from the series of tightly shut doors lining the corridors.

The omnipresent runes were part of the edifice's security measures, designed to fend off external supernatural assaults, preventing unwelcome visitors from entering the interior. Behind those sealed doors lay a network of deep corridors—corridors that might lead to the sealing chambers of anomalous items, dangerous sample storerooms, temporarily insane researchers, and ancient scrolls that were forbidden to be accessed yet impossible to destroy.