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

"No, that's not right! You are not! None of you are! You all..." 


She suddenly stopped, lowering her voice as if talking to herself in confusion, "None of you are... you died... you died... You are not elves... I..."


"We indeed are not the elves you remember, Silantis."


A voice abruptly emerged, interrupting Silantis's confused thoughts.


Though not loud, it seemed to resonate across the entire space, sounding aged yet seemingly carrying a comforting power.


On the deck of Homeloss, an elderly figure, blurry and ethereal, slowly walked forward.


Rune turned his head, nodded slightly to Duncan in acknowledgment, then calmly turned around, his expression serene as he gazed into the darkness at the massive tree.


That was the World Tree of elf legend, their home, mother, myth, heritage— the origin of all their stories and the fountainhead of their brilliant civilization.


Now, it had long died, its remains gradually becoming uncontrollable and proliferative in death.


Chapter 644: Peaceful Sleep_2