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

Having said that, Lamar left the fish market—he was very busy indeed. As the port finance official, the left and right hand of a viscount, and the person in charge of significant financial authority, the fact that he could spare the time to come and pass a message to Ian was enough to show just how much importance Viscount Grant placed on this matter.


"Is it just polite talk, or have they discovered my hidden talents?"


Reflecting on this, Ian, who had indeed been concealing his abilities, thought that it was probably just a courteous remark meant to encourage him to be fully spirited and give his best performance.


After giving it some more thought, Ian realized that the viscount's real meaning was to 'act'!


——There was no way that Mr. Silver Workshop, or his Sublimation Plants, just 'happened' to come to him for appraisal 'tomorrow'... Everyone must have planned it out to stage a grand show of Ian's 'hard strength' to those foreign guests!


Chapter 151 What is this display? (4/4)