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

In the thick fog, three small boats silently docked at the end of a gentle ramp in the corner of the harbor.


Duncan was the first to set foot on the eerie island called the "Holy Land" by the Heretics.


Silence surrounded them, the floating fog carried a hint of chill, and the harbor's uneven man-made buildings appeared blurred in the fog, merging their outlines with the distant terrain, while the dim yellow lights barely offered a sense of security through the mist.


"There's not a sound..." Sherry, feeling the chill in the mist, instinctively hugged her arms and rubbed them, muttering as she looked around, "A'Dog, do you smell 'human scent'?"


"No scent of living beings, just a hint of the dead, mingled with the thick aura of the Profound Demons," A'Dog murmured, carefully sensing the environment, the crimson glow flickering in his hollow eye sockets, "... the feeling of 'home' is getting clearer, not just in the aura, even the 'atmosphere'... feels similar."


Chapter 711 Fenna's "Reputation