Yuan Tong

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.
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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?!"

Ashes Of Deep Sea

The final corridor leading to the engine room was stifling and dim, with mechanical vibrations and roaring sounds incessantly drilling into one's brain. The lights on the walls flickered unsteadily as if encountering an unsteady airflow, the flames inside the lampshades quivering and twinkling.


But all this was nothing compared to the intensifying sense of dissonance and tension that brought about oppression and the dizzying tears in one's thoughts.


Belazov controlled his footsteps, controlled his expression.


The closer he got to the deepest part of the Sea Swallow, the more he steadied his pace, his expression as calm as usual.


Crew members lingered in the corridor, talking. They wore strange leather "coats," their facial skin wrinkled and folded, their voices sounding like buzzing noise.


Belazov walked towards them, telling himself that these crew members were his own soldiers, yet he could not recall any of their names.


Chapter 320 Process Number 22