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

Of course, Ian wasn't panicking even though it seemed almost certain he'd die.


Almost dying and actually being certain to die are not the same thing. The purpose of a Prophet is to find a thoroughfare through seemingly impossible crises.


Humming... the armor suit's engine ran smoothly.


Ian spoke, querying the captive, "Do you know if you and the natives are in cahoots?"


The elf pirate, who had been anxiously waiting to answer, replied immediately and accurately, "Our only targets are to kill Yisen Gard... and... um... you."


Because Ian had turned his head to ask the question, Andor immediately understood why Patrick had said, "You'll know who the target is as soon as you see them."


The youth's eyes were clear and bright, gentle like water, but if one truly looked into them, they would feel an icy fear. It was a fear of being entirely transparent, one's every flaw and delusion laid bare to another's gaze.


Chapter 212 Viscount! Save me! (1/4)