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

The vast forest to the west of Harrison Port was once the territory where the Redwood Natives resided.


Back then, the Natives were scattered in every corner of the forest. What appeared to be harmless woods on the outside hid thousands of different miasmas and poisonous insects. Even Natives from the same tribe found it arduous to tread these grounds.


Therefore, Viscount Grant chose to bombard the area.


No matter the cost or expense, Viscount Grant's confrontation with the Natives always involved plowing the land with ordinary gunpowder cannons first, followed by a few precise strikes from alchemical cannons, before letting the guard squad advance—because for this frontier immigrant district, which hardly had any surplus population, people were far more valuable than money.


Decades passed, and the jungles to the west of Harrison Port were now mostly filled with newly grown trees, those ancient toxins and witch insects had all been eradicated.


Chapter 183: An Array of Martial Skills, This is the Musketeer Team! (2/3)