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 fleet was returning along the path it had come, but perhaps due to the sinking of the large entity "Holy Land Island," the nearby sea was not very calm. The sea, like a mirror, was constantly echoing with layers of dense ripples akin to fish scales, and the thick fog around always presented bizarre illusions—this made many people tense.


But until the journey was half over, nothing truly threatening had emerged from the fog.


The sails of the Spiritual Body were hoisted high, and the slight creaking, accompanied by changes in the angle of the ropes, would sound from time to time. A thin mist flowed on the deck of the Homeloss, within which the figure of Agatha barely emerged, walking slowly through the mist.


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