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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 · SF
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418 Chs

Chapter 38: Offline

編集者: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The body was breathing, as if it had wandered on the edge of death's domain before circling back to the living world.

The black-robed cultists in the room stared blankly at this scene, some of them not even realizing that the man before them had actually "died" once, because the moment of life and death was so fleeting that without close attention, it was almost imperceptible. They only felt that the breath of the dying "comrade" somehow became suddenly steady and strong, which was quite astonishing.

The next second, the man lying on the ground opened his eyes.

It seemed he had been in the dark for too long, so much that even the not-so-bright oil lamp in the room felt blinding. He blinked, adjusting to the light, then his eyes slowly moved, as if only just now noticing the three black-robed figures gathered around him.