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Above The Sky

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.

Gloomy Sky Hidden God · Fantasía
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Chapter 44 Sacrificial Rite (Thanks to the alliance leader who doesn't pray for a 10-string reward!)

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The boy's voice wasn't soft, especially because it was so abrupt, everyone else passing by on the street looked up in surprise, turning toward where Ian was, then turned their heads to look at the frozen White Folks man.

"You, you..."

Curious, measuring, and thoughtful gazes converged, and in just a few seconds, one could see Brin's pale face flush with blood, quickly turning beet red.

The startled apothecary raised his hand, shaking as he pointed at the smiling Ian, but to the very last, he couldn't muster any words—the exposed herbalist could only trot away, while the passersby on the street exchanged looks, clearly having noticed something.

"It's hard to say whether that was bold or cowardly."

Watching the other vanish around the corner of the street, Ian shook his head, closed the window with a sigh, "The public safety in Harrison Port really is poor, should I maybe set up some more traps at home? That's indeed something to consider..."