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

They themselves would not act, but their progeny, their subordinates, would once again start street duels, suppress each other, and deploy their political influence to strike at enemies.


That damned quagmire, these people were adept at brawling in the mud, just thinking about it gave one a headache.


At this moment, Michael couldn't help but think of Ian again. That kid really knew how to run fast; he probably had the urge to leave as soon as he saw all the noble bigwigs converging on the Imperial Capital, right? He must have guessed how troublesome it would be after so many prominent figures arrived at the Imperial Capital. With his genius, if he were to be invited to banquets by several different factions of nobles, which one should he attend? And whom would he offend for no reason?


The ones who self-identify as smart think they can have the best of both worlds, but the truly smart ones have already run off.


Ending: The Path Straight into the Future_3