webnovel

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
Pas assez d’évaluations
509 Chs

Chapter 432: The Call of Fire_2

"Ordinary citizens? Arrange for them to take shelter…" Lister started to say instinctively, but he was cut off in mid-sentence by a commotion of yelling and fussing that rapidly approached from the corridor. Right after that, he heard the voice of a young girl outside, hollering—

"Move it, for the love of—Make way! Time is precious! What's the word… window, oh, the window of opportunity is just this friggin' moment!"

Lister lifted his head in surprise, and the next second, he saw two young girls break through the soldiers' blockade and forcefully barge into this crucial command center.

One was short and frail, dressed in a black cotton skirt, yet she single-handedly pushed two burly soldiers away from the doorway; the other was slightly taller, wearing a simple brown coat and skirt, her face seemingly a bit tense.

Both girls looked mere sixteen or seventeen years old, the frail one even younger.