God of Miracles

The enormous full moon shone exceptionally brightly in the sky.

Its cold radiance made the clouds seem as though they had been covered in a layer of silver foil.

Deep within the vast sea of clouds.

Upon a mobile cloud island built from island clouds.

Bloodstains and traces of explosions had darkened the once-white cloud island.

Beneath the tattered Puka banner, over a hundred barely surviving soldiers waited on the cloud island in despair for death.

Among all the soldiers, a man at least three meters tall sat with a dispirited expression, one of his arms missing.

"It was all my fault that Puka ended up like this. If I hadn't insisted on attacking back then, Puka would at least still have some future."

As Puka's supreme commander, Albert was filled with despondency and despair.

He had originally believed that Puka's military strength would be enough to easily conquer Kalia.

However, after suffering the attack of the Locust Fish Swarm, it was clear that the other Gods of Sky Island were not fools either.

Faced with the devastating loss of resources, the first thing the Gods of Sky Island thought of was war.

And Puka was the most prosperous sky island in this sea of clouds.

After Puka suffered the concentrated assault of the Locust Fish Swarm.

Under such circumstances, the other Gods of Sky Island naturally understood what they would have to face next.

Though the sky was beautiful, wars were far from rare due to the scarcity of resources.

After every cloud island above Red Copper Island suffered attacks from the Locust Fish Swarm.

Under such circumstances, the several sky islands that had once been at odds with each other knew that Puka would almost certainly launch a war.

In order to survive, Kalia, leading the Gods of Sky Island, directly united the three neighboring sky islands and formed a resistance alliance.

Thus, after Puka's powerful army reached Kalia.

While Kalia fought Puka.

The other three sky islands jointly launched a surprise attack on Puka's supply lines.

Under the combined assault and ambushes of the four sky islands, Puka, the strongest island in this sea of clouds, had initially fought with ease. But its long-standing prosperity and strength, along with its usual contempt for those small cloud islands, had led to disaster.

One simple trap, combined with Albert's insistence on attacking, had directly crippled Puka's once-mighty army.

And because its supplies had been ambushed.

Puka's defeated army found itself in an even worse situation.

Faced with Puka's crushing defeat, the Four Island Alliance naturally would not let such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to weaken Puka slip away.

As they gathered their forces and relentlessly pursued Puka's remnants.

The army that had once numbered nearly a thousand now had less than one-eighth of its original strength remaining.

And among those remaining soldiers, ninety percent now bore bleeding wounds.

The full moon was the most revered totem of the Puka people.

At this time, when the moonlight was at its strongest, the people of Puka should have been holding a bonfire feast.

But times had changed.

Albert looked up at the moon in the sky, the symbol of their totem, and thought of how he had taken away most of the island's food when he departed.

Deep resentment, despair, and remorse filled his face.

The Sky Island soldiers on this war cloud island shared the same sorrow.

Longing for their families, despair for the future, and grief over their comrades' deaths.

All of it told them that Puka was finished.

Looking up at the enormous round moon in the sky.

"Great totem, is Puka truly finished?

Your humble people pray to you here. If there is a miracle, please save us!"

When reality offered no solution, people often turned to the faith in their hearts.

Just as the towering Albert and the other wounded soldiers began kneeling toward the moon in prayer.

"Oh, I finally found them?

Sky Islanders?

Looks like my luck today isn't too bad after all!"

The abrupt voice caused Albert, who had been praying with his head lowered, to jerk his head up.

The instant he saw Roy, Roy's image was forever etched into his heart.

Roy stood suspended in midair, with a white cloud vortex hundreds of meters wide behind him.

The sight before Albert made him feel as though he had seen a true god.

A figure standing in midair, a churning vortex in the sea of clouds, enormous wings of cloud, and the full moon serving as a backdrop.

"Did my prayer really work? Could this be the miracle?"

The full moon's silver radiance spread evenly over Roy's body.

The storm vortex behind him, paired with the high-hanging full moon in the background.

It had to be said that Roy truly had some potential for playing a divine charlatan at that moment.

He casually tossed the bloodstained spearhead in his hand down into the sea of clouds.

Then he lowered his head to look at the kneeling Sky Islanders below.

"I finally found them. Next comes my search, my conquest."

If someone asked what happiness was.

Then everyone on Puka Island would have shouted, "Having a full stomach."

The process of conquering Puka had been unexpectedly simple.

After Roy found Albert and the others, their guidance soon brought him to Puka Island.

Faced with an island where people were practically eating one another's children, even Roy, who had seen much of the world, was left dumbfounded.

He had imagined the misery he might encounter along the way, but he had never expected things to be so terrible.

If Roy had not been able to control clouds and fish from the White Sea.

Then Puka, this sky island, would have been doomed to perish beneath this natural disaster.

As the savior of all Puka Island, Roy was naturally able to make Puka submit beneath his feet with ease.

Watching the people drink fish soup and chew up even the bones, scales, and organs.

Roy shook his head and began continuously creating clouds, merging them into the sky island.

Gradually, as Roy felt that he could control the sky island.

"God, this fish soup was just cooked. Please enjoy it."

Albert, who had only one arm, reverently offered a bowl of fish soup to Roy.

To Albert, Roy was a miracle.

Thus, he naturally bestowed the title of god upon Roy.

In his eyes, Roy was the God of Miracles sent by heaven to save them.

And that was indeed the case.

As the man before them controlled the sea of clouds and tossed its fish onto the shore.

From that moment onward, everyone on Puka Island became Roy's believers.

Of course, Roy did not care about the faith of these Sky Islanders.

Because in his eyes, these Sky Islanders were nothing more than subordinates and slaves.