*WARNING: This will turn into a level up story. So please understand that the Xiaxia is a part of the story but the MC will gain access to levels and a system.*

James scavenges the surface for just a tiny speck of unfiltered light, for the tiniest bit of sun or moon liquid. The powerful have taken to the sky cities and use massive arrays to gather the liquid they need. The weak eek by in the shadows of those metropolises.

James is the last living member of his family. He has been forced to watch his sisters, brothers, mother, and father grow old before their time and die. Now he moves from suburb to suburb finding what little nourishment is left. He once thought of revenge but in time realized that the Elysium cities have a better chance of falling from the sky.

The hard-working of the cities see him as a parasite, content to work their jobs for the small liquid paychecks they can cash. Don't they realize that without the arrays all of them would be able to live forever? Can't they see that no one has to die...