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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 · Khoa huyễn
Không đủ số lượng người đọc
417 Chs

Chapter 66 A Beautiful Morning on Homeloss

"Alice! Keep track of your head!"

The beautiful morning on the Homeloss began with the captain's full-throated shout from the deck.

Duncan stood outside the captain's quarters, pointing at a doll's head hanging from a beam nearby. After the corner of his eye twitched for ages, he finally saw a doll's body in a dark purple gothic dress get up hurriedly and take down the swaying head.

With a crisp "pop," Miss Doll fitted her head back on and trotted over with a chuckle, "Hehe..."

"What's with the 'hehe'? What are you doing hanging your head outside my door this early in the morning?" Duncan glared at this curse doll, which engaged in antics every other day. Truth be told, anyone would be startled to see a head dangling in the breeze first thing in the morning. It was fortunate he'd been on this ship long enough for his nerves to have toughened up, otherwise he might have fainted, "Don't tell me you were keeping watch—there are pigeons for that!"