Floating Island - Triple S Talent-Chapter 575: Mission Station

The same discussions echoed everywhere. Every faction seemed to be racing to wipe out the monsters within the Earth Kingdom’s territory.

The great alliances mobilized all their resources to complete the missions assigned by the central government. Armies of machines and advanced technology were deployed relentlessly for one purpose , to earn glory in this competition.

Not only the major alliances, but the great nations themselves also took part. Some saw this as a stepping stone to strengthen their influence, while others viewed it as a golden opportunity for political gain.

The news spread swiftly , starting from the central lands, then rippling outward beyond the main continent where the Earth Kingdom stood, until it reached every corner of the Divine Sky Realm.

Even in the farthest reaches of the realm , on tiny floating islands dotted with wooden towers ten stories high , the news had already arrived.

***

Inside a vast chamber illuminated by green crystal light, a group of goblin officials sat around a long table carved from black stone. There were more than twenty of them. At the head of the table sat an old goblin , his crimson eyes glowed faintly, and a skull-shaped pendant hung heavily on his chest.

"Does anyone among you know anything about this?" the leader asked, his deep voice echoing across the silent room. His gaze swept over the tense faces before him.

Silence filled the air. No one dared to speak.

"A while ago," he continued, "damaged materials cost only one copper per kilo, while fresh ones went for five. But now..." He slammed his finger on the table. "Now the prices have skyrocketed , ten coppers for damaged, fifty for fresh. Why?"

His tone rose at the end, eyes flickering with restrained fury.

Finally, a goblin elder on the left raised his voice. "It must be caused by something external, my lord. As far as I know, the Velssith Kingdom doesn’t have the wealth to manipulate material prices this high."

"Indeed," the old goblin added. "I’ve visited Velssith’s main hall before , there was no sign of grandeur that would suggest such vast resources."

The leader frowned, drumming his fingers on the table with impatience. "Then what is it? What ’external force’ are you talking about?" he growled.

Before anyone could answer, a massive pressure suddenly descended upon the room.

The air thickened; their chests tightened as if their hearts were being crushed under invisible weight. The oppression seeped into their very souls, forcing several goblins to tremble, nearly dropping to their knees.

"What, what’s happening!?"

"This pressure... it’s coming from outside!"

They burst from the room in panic. The sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the stone corridors, mingled with the deep rumble of the ground beneath them.

Doom!

A violent quake shook the tiny island. Dust rained down from the ceiling before the tremors slowly faded into silence.

***

At the island’s edge stood a two-story metallic building, its silver surface gleaming under the light, streaks of neon blue pulsing across its frame. Two robotic guards, each two meters tall, stood motionless by the entrance, clad in heavy armor and wielding massive weapons.

One by one, the goblins stepped out from their wooden homes. Some were still wrapped in towels; a few mothers held spatulas in their hands. All of them stared at the building with a mix of awe and fear.

"Oh, my god..." someone whispered.

"The gods have descended!" shouted another.

The goblin leader’s eyes widened in disbelief before he rushed forward. His staff trembled in his grip as he cried out with fanatical devotion,

"Gather, everyone! The gods’ blessing has descended upon us! Kneel and give praise!"

He slammed his staff onto the ground and fell into a full bow.

"Praise the gods..."

"Praise the gods..."

The chant spread like wildfire.

Children, women, even the workers in the fields , all dropped to their knees. The entire island drowned in worship.

But the reverence was shattered when a mechanical voice echoed from within the building, speaking in perfect Goblin tongue:

[ "My people... hunt down the demonic creatures and receive my rewards." ]

As soon as the voice faded, the building’s doors slid open with a hiss. Brilliant white light flooded out, revealing piles of glittering treasures , gold, jewelry, and gemstones that made every goblin’s eyes widen with greed.

"Look! Diamonds!"

"Over there! Precious metals!"

The crowd surged forward, eyes vacant and glowing with desire. They rushed into the building, trampling over each other, forgetting even the leader who still knelt outside.

Rodovur’s crimson eyes flared with rage. His grip tightened on his staff, and in one furious motion, he slammed it to the ground.

DOOM!

The shockwave rippled outward. The goblins who had been entranced by the treasures fell to the floor, their senses snapping back as though struck by lightning.

"Have you all forgotten who I am!? I am Rodovur, your king!" he roared. His thunderous voice shook the walls, a chilling reminder that he could end their lives at will.

Silence blanketed the hall. A few high-ranking goblins quickly stepped forward to calm him.

"You’re right, my lord. Let’s not act recklessly."

"Allow His Majesty to examine it first."

No one dared to oppose him. Their words were nothing more than a desperate attempt to appease his fury.

Rodovur exhaled slowly, then approached the metallic building. The two armored sentinels didn’t move , they simply stood there, lifeless, their blank visors staring straight ahead.

With slow, deliberate steps, Rodovur and his advisors entered the glowing hall. A pale blue light illuminated every corner. The metallic walls reflected their shadows as they walked past shelves filled with dazzling, otherworldly objects.

"What is this...? Could it be the technology of the gods?" murmured one goblin.

"No... I’ve seen light like this once , long ago, in ancient ruins," said an elder, eyes locked on a hovering blue panel.

Suddenly, a shout came from the back.

"Look! It says we can sell materials here!"

Everyone turned toward a glowing display showing knives, armor, gemstones, and resources like coal and rare metals. Strange letters floated in midair , yet somehow, they could all read them.

"Damn it..." one goblin gasped, eyes wide. "I can trade a five-horned goat’s heart for a high-grade staff!"

"And here , look! A Earth Rune can be exchanged for 1,000 kill points!"

A wave of excitement swept through the room. Goblins whispered, gasped, and cheered as if witnessing a divine miracle.

Rodovur gazed around, his chest heaving. His heart pounded like a drum. He felt as if he was staring into the future of his entire race , a future filled with light and power.

"My lord," one of his advisors whispered, "do you truly believe this building belongs to the gods?"

Rodovur shot him a cold glare. "If it doesn’t," he said flatly, "then you might as well throw yourself off this island."

He climbed the stairs toward the second floor, but the door at the top refused to open. He pressed his hand against it , nothing happened.

"It seems... some kind of requirement must be met," he muttered under his breath before turning to face the others.

With a commanding voice that shook the hall, he declared,

"Listen to my order! Complete every mission on that board!"

A murmur of anticipation spread through the crowd. Then Rodovur raised his staff high.

"Whoever earns the highest points," he shouted, "shall be crowned the next noble of our kingdom!"

He lifted his chin, his crimson eyes burning.

"Our rise begins today!"

"YEAHHH!!!"

A deafening roar erupted as hundreds of goblins shouted in unison. Their blood boiled with passion, their hearts burned with ambition.

For them, this day was not merely the start of missions , it was the dawn of the goblin race’s awakening.