As soon as the light faded, Michael found himself back at the church, staring at the statue of the Goddess he just had a conversation with.
A golden aura suddenly ca down from the dod ceiling above and shot a ray down toward Michael's feet.
The priest, upon seeing this, felt his hair stand up on end. His eyes widened, but even that couldn't express the surprise in his heart.
Whenever a kid underwent their Talent Awakening, a ray of light would always co down towards the child and give an indication of what talent they awakened.
He was used to seeing a dim red light, indicating a fighting talent, a blue light indicating a talent for magic, or a green ray to show a talent for production.
However, he had never seen a golden ray of light before. He almost couldn't believe his eyes.
"Golden…golden! That's the rumored…Supre Talent!" the priest declared, his voice trailing off from surprise. "Your son has a Supre Skill!"
Lylia and Bart gasped. His mother expressed surprise, but she wasn't shocked. It was as if her greatest wish had been fulfilled. Bart, on the other hand, couldn't close his jaws after hearing the priest confirm the world-breaking talent awakening.
"I knew it!" Lylia imdiately grasped her son into a tight hug. "My son is a genius!"
"Do we know what kind of Supre Skill it is?" Bart asked the priest calmly, with his tapping feet betraying his true excitent.
Everyone looked at Michael, who simply shrugged his shoulders and uttered the truth.
"My talent is called Harbinger of the Future, the Supre Skill: Gift Bestowal."
Everyone looked at the priest for so kind of explanation, but the man was none the wiser. After all, the world had only seen ten people with Supre Skills, and all of their wielders were extrely secretive about their true powers.
And even then, Michael's Supre Skill could be completely different from the other Supre Skills.
"We don't know the true extent of that Supre Skill, only the Goddess knows that. Michael will have to discover it by himself," the priest explained.
"It doesn't matter. It's a Supre Skill! I'm sure that it would only propel my son into heights greater than the world!" Lylia gushed. She couldn't help but smother Michael with love as she tried to reign in her excitent. All her bragging about her son's genius was vindicated at last.
"Son, if you need any help. Any at all. You can co to us at any ti," Bart said, ruffling his hair.
But Bart noticed that Michael wasn't as excited as he should be after getting such an amazing talent. His son seed troubled.
"What's wrong," he asked Michael.
"There is one thing that I need help with, Dad," Michael said to his parents. "The Goddess told that a plague would co to Kingsbridge unless the problem with the river Das is fixed."
Bart, Lylia, and the Priest all looked at Michael with a strange expression.
"Son, you…you spoke to the Goddess?" Bart's said, with a mix of worry and surprise.
"That's impossible," denied the priest. "Us mortals are not worthy enough to speak to the Goddess. All kids who undergo their Talent Awakening recall different things from their childhood. You must have been dreaming."
"It's true. I spoke to her," Michael said with a straight face.
And just as the priest was about to lecture Michael about how bad it was to lie about such things, the candles placed on the walls were suddenly extinguished by a non-existent gust of wind, covering the entire place black.
After a few seconds of pure darkness, flas re-erged from the wicks, enlightening the church interior.
The priest opened and closed his mouth, unable to bring any words out of his tongue.
And before he could explain it as nothing but a coincidence, a loud CRASH ca from a thunderous roar of lighting in the heavens.
If that wasn't a sign from God, then what is?
"Ha..haha….I guess things are different when a kid is given a Supre Talent, hahaha…I gotta go!"
The priest imdiately bid goodbye and imprisoned himself in his quarters. He wanted to spend the entire week praying to the Goddess for forgiveness.
If Michael was special enough to receive a Supre Talent, then it should have been obvious that he was favored by the Goddess. The priest forgot that and almost offended the kid.
Back to Michael and his family, Bart questioned his son about this supposed plague.
"Are you sure about this, Michael? A plague?"
Michael nodded. "Yes. Disease spreads because people are drinking water from the polluted River Das full of human waste."
"But the Mages make sure that the river water is clean. They always filter the water for any waste."
They probably don't know about microscopic diseases, Michael though. Even if the entire river is boiled, it won't be sanitized to drink.
"It's not enough," he said. "We need to build a sewer system."
Bart's eyebrows lifted, curious as to what his son was cooking up this ti. "Is that the sa thing as the one you installed in our ho?"
"Yes," he replied. "Here's my plan…"
Michael raised his hand and cast a simple 2-star spell called [Rock Bend].
Stone particles erged from the Earth mana stored in Michael's cores, and floated on top of his hand. Slowly, these rock particles molded themselves into a miniature figure of the River Das, the bridge that crossed it, and even the buildings surrounding the river.
Michael's proficiency in his magic spells reached enough mastery to allow him to command the stones to recreate Kingsbridge City with accurate representation.
With a simple 1-star [Water Ball] spell, he showed how the sewer system would work in the River Das, and how everything connected throughout the City.
Bart's eyes showed surprise and astonishnt at the ingenuity of his son's plan. If this worked as Michael planned it to be, then it would negate the need for Mages to cleanse the river every week.
There could even be a ti when people could swim in the river!
"This…this is brilliant!" Bart uttered in complete amazent.
"Oh, my dear Michael is so talented yet so kind-hearted! You're the perfect boy!" Lylia hugged him again.
Where else would anyone find a boy with a Supre Skill, a genius mind, and a kind heart but her son?
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