The Cosmic Farming Era: Shepherd of the Deep Space

In 2085, humanity strangled its own technology.

The stars became an unspeakable taboo.

I once thought this was for the sake of sustainable development.

Then I picked up an ancient black stone, and a cold message appeared in my mind:

[Brain Development: 5.01%. Welcome, Candidate.]

Only then did I realize how terribly wrong we were.

This so-called “hibernation” was nothing but an anesthetic in a higher civilization's ranch, meant to keep its livestock from awakening too soon.

Dinosaurs were the crops harvested last season. We are the cattle penned up this season.

The stars are silent not because they are desolate,

but because

everyone who made a noise has already been dragged away by the “Anglers,” turned into fertilizer for the floating islands.

When the Guardians' Council tries to “clean me up”...

When the Revival Front wants me to become a “spark”...

I hold the black stone that led me to awaken and look toward the stars disguised as a graveyard.

My brain is humanity's last weapon.

This time, I will not stay silent.

In this silent ranch, I will carve out a way for humanity to survive...

I will herd our way to freedom!

[Brain Development] [Cosmic Ranch] [Conceptual Apotheosis]