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

In fact, aside from the high cost, charged rifles had many drawbacks.


For example, in South Ridge, during the morning mist, the power of the beams would decrease significantly; at two hundred meters away, it could barely penetrate the target. Moreover, the second shot hitting the target didn't cause an explosion, but simply burned through the target's head indicating the formula quality was still unstable.


But these were issues to consider only when equipping a large force. And as long as the weather was chosen correctly, they were not big issues.


Now, this technology was enough to turn Ian's thirty ordinary infantrymen into thirty sharpshooters who never missed!


The White Folks soldiers, knowing they would each get their own charged rifle, grew even more excited. They surrounded the six lucky ones who got to shoot with charged rifles in the first round, eager to hear their thoughts and feedback on the design and handling.


Chapter 5 Our Family Has Fallen... (6200, second update)_4