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

"Ian has already advanced to the Second Energy Level and returned. I really didn't expect him to be so fast, I thought I could learn some more swordsmanship and engineering theory... I was almost certified."


Thinking this, the Iron Folk with amber-colored pupils felt emotional. Not to mention Elder Prude and himself, could even those nobles in the Imperial Capital have imagined Ian's rapid rise?


The desolate scenery of the plains receded on both sides of the road, while Nauman City ahead grew ever larger.


The once golden Agate Stone Plains were now all barren, with hardly any people in sight.


In autumns past, not just around Nauman City but even Harrison Port would have its celebration festivals, and the major trade associations would usually strengthen trade around this time.


Day and night, the sound of caravans traveling on the roads was incessant.


But now, because of the war and poor harvests, the broad avenue leading to Nauman City at dawn had only Scott's caravan on it.


Chapter 4 Gradually Unfolding (First Update, 6000)_4