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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 · Ficção Científica
Classificações insuficientes
545 Chs

Chapter 364: Leaving Secretly

Martha had disappeared, as if she had never existed from the start.

Yet the warm touch still lingered on his temples, the slightly lemon-scented breath still swirling around his nose—she seemed as if she had never come, yet also as if she had never left.

Lawrence felt his fingers trembling slightly. Bowing his head, he tried several times before successfully resealing the small bottle cap, and it took him a long while to place it back into his inner pocket. His heart pounded fiercely—even during great storms, it had never thumped like this.

Rationality arrived belatedly, as if awakening from a long dream. He realized that he had just brushed against madness and nearly fallen into a state of persistent delusion. For a captain who had been drifting on the Endless Sea for most of his life, once engulfed in such a state, retrieving his sanity would be impossible, yet at this moment, he felt neither the relief of a narrow escape nor the residual fear from facing madness.