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

"Forgive me, but I find it hard to understand, Captain Senan..."


Exhaling deeply, the man's brows furrowed as he tapped the table with his hand, asking patiently, "Our cooperation has been ongoing for nearly half a year, with the permission of the Elder from your tribe, and even the Viscount's Mansion has granted us the exploration permit."


"The reward has never been short, each voyage has met the standards, and any discoveries have been compensated fairly according to scale."


"The credibility of the Platinum Iridium Workshop speaks for itself, which you certainly know."


"So why today... have you suddenly changed your mind?"


The man's voice held a gentle cadence, yet it bore a condescending quality, as if a suitable reason from the White Folks' captain was needed or unspeakable consequences might ensue.


Chapter 147 Labyrinth of Disaster (4/4, updated at w words, asking for monthly passes~)