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

"This fruit core is still fresh, don't sell it to the drugstores on Central Avenue."


Brin, a person who would think of stealing from children and who had rather low standards, thickened his face to accept the Sumo Fruit Core and then cleared his throat, informing Ian of a piece of insider information, "Sell it to the Gil Family's distillery; they are trying to grow liquor trees... Selling it as medicine or poison, where's the profit in selling it as seeds?"


"Of course, saplings are best, but the Sumo Liquor Trees are heavily guarded by the Natives, and even the seeds are mostly used in life-or-death situations, hard to recover, so one is worth seven or eight Talle."


It was an easy principle to understand; Ian nodded slightly, catching on quickly.


Seeing that Brin had regained much of his strength and decided to set off while the night was dark and before his injuries worsened.


Chapter 56: Father's Blood