Floating Island - Triple S Talent-Chapter 576: The Great Mission, A Blessing to All Realms

The uproar spread like wildfire, unstoppable and alive.

Every race within the Divine Sky Realm , those who lived in forests, under the seas, or upon the floating isles suspended in the void , felt the same tremor stirring within them: hope.

For many, this was more than a miracle.

It was a gateway to evolution, a chance that might never come again.

Not far from the goblin territories, a silver island of metal floated calmly amid the blue mist. There lived the race of half-ants , humanoids with sturdy builds, some with hardened mandibles, others with thin, trembling wings that buzzed when they grew nervous.

At the center of their capital city , right atop a crimson stone square , stood a metallic structure glowing in bluish-white light. Its form was identical to the one that appeared in the goblin lands: the Mission Station. Two steel sentinels guarded the gate, motionless, staring straight ahead.

Crowds filled the streets.

Cheers and applause thundered from every direction.

"This... this is a miracle!"

"We’ve been chosen by the Gods too!" 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Children of the half-ant race jumped in excitement, elders fell to their knees in tears, and soldiers embraced one another.

They saw their future shimmering within the light of the station.

Yet, above all the rejoicing, the sky remained silent.

Several kilometers higher, beyond layers of spiritual fog, a fifty-meter-long warship hovered soundlessly. Its hull reflected faint blue light, camouflaging seamlessly against the void.

On the forward deck stood a woman.

Her short hair brushed her shoulders, a sharp-tipped military cap shadowing her silver-gray eyes.

On her chest gleamed a metallic insignia carved with the letter "Ω" , the mark of a high-ranking officer of the Sky Armada.

"Reporting, Captain," a man’s voice broke the silence behind her. "Thirty teams have deployed to various sectors. All units have begun constructing Mission Stations across the lower-tier islands."

The woman turned slightly, a faint smile curling her lips.

"Good," she said softly, her tone calm yet commanding. "Maintain formation. Ensure no race discovers the origin of this system. Keep surveillance from a safe distance."

"Yes, Captain!"

The soldier saluted and left in haste.

The woman walked toward the command chamber.

Inside, a massive holographic screen displayed a three-dimensional map of the Divine Sky Realm. Blue dots scattered across its surface , each representing a completed Mission Station.

Her eyes gleamed. "Excellent," she murmured. "Ahead of schedule."

But something at the lower-right corner of the display caught her attention , a small silver chest icon, pulsing faintly.

She tapped it.

Instantly, a holographic panel unfolded before her.

Rows of items filled the display , weapons, energy crystals, ancient relics, even blueprints of colossal machines.

The list seemed endless, scrolling continuously without stop.

Yet what took her breath away was not the items themselves, but the number displayed at the top-right corner.

Total: 9,273,000,000,000,000,000,000

Twenty-one zeros.

A quantity beyond comprehension.

"Truly... an infinite treasure," the captain whispered, her eyes trembling with awe and fear.

If she wished, a single touch would let her take any one of those items , even the lowest-grade piece was enough to make a Sky Kingdom kneel before her.

But her hand froze midair.

She drew a deep breath, suppressing the surge of temptation pounding in her chest.

"One mistake... and I’d be replaced in an instant," she muttered quietly.

Her voice carried a delicate tension, as though she were speaking not to anyone, but to herself.

At last, she closed the panel and turned her gaze back to the main map.

Hundreds of new blue dots flickered into existence , signs of freshly completed Mission Stations spreading across the realm.

She watched them in silence , not with pride, but with the calm awareness of someone who knew how small she truly was compared to the scale of the mission she served.

She was but one of thousands of officers dispatched to implant Mission Stations across every world under the order of the Central Sky Command.

They were spread across countless sectors, observing every race, ensuring the process unfolded without interference.

Below, the world was changing at an incredible pace.

Races that once warred with each other now competed to complete missions.

They traded their spoils for Mission Points, gained rare resources, and with those , power.

No one knew where the system had come from.

Not the goblins.

Not the humans.

Not the dragons.

Not even the ancient elders of the great human isles, America, Russia, India, and other mighty civilizations of the Divine Sky Realm.

The migrant races who came from beyond this realm relied solely on prophecies to glimpse the truth, but even their oldest seers had begun to lose their way.

The sky itself seemed to have sealed its secrets shut.

But... not everyone was blind to the truth.

Far from the main continent of the Earthly Kingdom , past layers of clouds and billions of scattered isles , lay a quiet region deep within an ancient forest.

There stood a two-story wooden house, simple yet sturdy.

Massive timber beams supported its corners, leaving the space beneath open like a natural stage above damp grass.

A small staircase led to the front porch, where two wooden tables and several rattan chairs were neatly arranged.

Though surrounded by trees, the area had been cleared and replaced with a neat herbal garden, green and violet leaves swaying gently under the soft sunlight.

The air was so still that even the faintest breeze could be heard.

At one of the tables sat a young man with moss-green hair, his expression calm.

He wore a layered green robe patterned with leaves, blending almost perfectly into the forest around him.

Before him rested a coconut shell filled with dried leaves and forest flowers, which he ground slowly with a wooden pestle.

Scrug... scrug...

The sound of wood against stone mingled with the chirping of birds and the songs of crickets from the bushes.

"Hmm... that should do it," he murmured softly.

He poured the crushed herbs into another container already half-filled with fine green powder.

A soothing aroma spread instantly , fresh, sharp, and earthy.

The young man inhaled deeply, his lips curling slightly.

"High-grade herbs truly are something else," he said quietly, closing his eyes for a moment to savor the scent.

But the peace did not last long.

Rustling footsteps and snapping twigs echoed from the garden.

"Master!"

"Master!"