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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 · Sci-fi
Peringkat tidak cukup
435 Chs

Chapter 111 Lecture by the Big Shot

The bus during rush hour was packed to the brim, and even at the rear of the carriage, there was hardly any space to be found. Sherry, petite in stature, was squeezed in the middle of the crowd, her neck shrunk in so as not to move, looking like a pitiful little animal.

If Duncan hadn't seen with his own eyes how she swung a dog to topple a room full of heretics, he might have actually believed this girl was "harmless to humans and animals."

He slowly squeezed his way next to Sherry, his adult frame securing a slightly more comfortable corner for the girl, and also leaving a gap that made it easier for them to talk. Duncan sharply noticed that Sherry's body was trembling—she was nervous, even fearful to a degree.

"What are you afraid of?" he glanced at Sherry, "I'm not going to swallow you whole."

Sherry made a sad face: "You... you would need it cooked first?"

Duncan: "..."