Gloomy Sky Hidden God

The first star that passed away extinguished two thousand years ago.
Four hundred years later, the mysterious Calamity of Heavenly Fall destroyed the civilization of the previous era, returning thriving cultures to ignorance.
Since then, stars gradually vanished, the Firmament grew dark and dim, and a new civilization rose from the starless wilderness, flourishing once more.
Yet, what accompanied this were war, death, destruction, and hatred.
The flames once aimed at the Firmament were used to slaughter the people of enemy nations, and the raining clouds once engineered to alter deserts were turned into floods that engulfed the land.
Humans once again began to kill each other for wealth and power... but no one looked up at the sky.
They lost the Guidance of the stars Above the Sky, forgetting the awe of gazing upon the Milky Way.
They were all prisoners.
One thousand six hundred years after the Calamity of Heavenly Fall, a young child awakened memories of his past life.
He wanted to break the Cage, to throw off the shackles.
He wanted to become a star.
To return to Above the Sky.
"I don't care about how the people of this world live, whether they're well-fed or not, whether they can dress warmly or live comfortably, whether they have dreams or hopes. I don't care about their loves and hates."
"I just want to go Above the Sky."
——Ian.

Above The Sky

Terra Calendar Year 766, Month of Flowing Flames, in the latter part of the month.


The seventh day since Ian awoke with memories of his past life.


For the Imperial People living in the border regions, aside from the nobles, basically, no one had a clear idea of the exact date; they could decipher if it was the earlier or later part of the month at best, based on some notifications and proclamations from the church and the town hall.


After all, they didn't have any holidays or legally mandated rest days; they worked every day to survive, so the specific date and day were meaningless.


Ian didn't like this vague feeling, as he always preferred to plan his time precisely, but unfortunately, in these days, he hadn't figured out the exact date of July. He could only roughly judge that it should be the "second half of July", one of the months with the highest tides.


Chapter 51 Going to the Sea