'I am a bit curious, why did they react like that when all I did was cure some sort of ailment, can't the other healers do that?' Michael wondered as he stared at the closed door, waiting to be invited back in.
Your purify skill cures all diseases and ailments, however the closest the others can get to it would be a partial cure, or even something like a cure for all known basic diseases.
'So mine quite literally cures all and every disease, that is more overpowered than I had thought.'
Michael was getting a little bored of waiting, it has been nearly an hour since he was told to wait outside.
And yet there was no sign of them inviting him back in, he couldn't even hear any sounds inside of the room, as if it was fully soundproof.
Though if it's the government, they probably placed all sorts of barriers to keep the sound from coming out.
'Do you think they would grant me access to the dungeons?' Michael couldn't help but ask. It was one of the ideas he had hoped could come true.
It is likely that you will be able to, however I doubt you will gain full access to the dungeons, probably only a few based on your level.
'Isn't that still good though? I could just go level up my skills freely'
Michael had thought of something interesting, his Shield skill was leveling up nearly every time he uses it, then why couldn't he just use it on a weak monster?
Just cast Shield and make it break himself, that would still grant him the EXP.
If he did that his skills would skyrocket, especially his Shield skill, it would not take him long at all to max out and he could finally combine it with his Greater Heal skill.
The combination would either produce one of the most overpowered skills he had, or something he could not even use.
Shield had the downside of increasing mana cost per level, if that were to happen to his new skill too, it would be considered a dud.
Michael had tried creating skills similar to how he created Focus Heal back in the recovery center, however he was not able to.
The system told him he couldn't simply recreate the same skills like before, unlike before certain conditions must be met.
Something akin to enlightenment, where you realise how to use the different skill by yourself even before it is created by the system.
However there are exceptions, some skills are able to evolve, in your situation, even increase in rank.
That might explain his Purify evolving instead of becoming a separate area of effect skill.
"Come in" A voice came out through the opened door in front of him.
He was a little lost in thought so he didn't see anyone open it, though that did not matter as he stood up and walked right in.
The mood in the room was strange, though he guessed this little reunion was long overdue.
The elf woman, Amanda, stood up and walked over to Michael, extending her hand for a handshake.
Michael simply accepted, he understood Amanda's intentions, why she was thanking him, her eyes were still a little red after all.
"Thank you"
"It's no problem, I assume I got the position?" Michael calmnly replied whilst shaking her hand.
Amanda smiled, her sincere expression clearly visible "Of course, sit down, let's talk terms" She brought out a chair out of seemingly nowhere, similar to how the policemen got their quivers and magazines.
He forgot to ask the system about what it was last time since he was a little preoccupied, now though he will indulge in his curiosity.
Its a spatial storage bag, it's like a normal bag except its space is expanded many times.
'Is this more on the spatial magic side or technological?' He couldn't help but ask.
Hmm.. I can't tell exactly, however what I am sure of is that both are included, which one is used more I can't tell.
'I see' Michael replied before sitting down by the round table, about to begin his extor- negotiations.
The old man from before stared at Michael with a small smile, however he didn't say a single word.
Amanda cleared her throat "Alright, so as you might already be aware, we need someone to act as a Saint for the people, this position requires you to act dignified and show a miracle once or twice a month."
She then took out a piece of paper from her spatial bag "If you hold up your part of the deal, you will be rewarded with 10000 dollars monthly as well as quarters in the finest part of the city, right next to the academy.
'The academy is in this place? I sure hope it's not also in this building.'
Michael kept a straight face as he lightly tilted his head "I see, is that it?"
That seemed to startle Amanda a little bit "What do you mean?"
Though unlike her, the old man started laughing, a stark contrast to his previous lifeless self.
"Boy, you sure have guts." He said through stifled laughter.
Michael could see the glow in the man's eyes insensifying, he had green eyes, though unlike Amanda, he did not have pointy ears.
'So he really is the father huh, I'll be damned' Michael thought while looking at the old man.
All the while Amanda remained silent, it seemed she was still not used to her father talking, who knows how long she had been waiting for him to get better.
Suddenly the old man's laughter died down and instead his whole body changed, as if morphing.
The once barely alive looking man now turned into someone almost as young as his daughter.
However what surprised Michael the most were his black horns, they were protruding from the sides of his head, his now flowing white hair failing to hide them.
"My name is Fafnir, would you like to take a guess as to what I am?" His calm voice suddenly resounded all around Michael.
The pressure contained enough force to scramble his thoughts, making his next words something he might regret.
"A goat?" Though as soon as the words came out, the atmosphere around him turned chilly.
A goat? Really? If you took one good look at him you would notice he is a dragon, good job. It was fun knowing you.
'Fuck..I didn't mean to blurt that out.'
Though as Michael was preparing to lose his head, Fafnir's loud laughter resounded throughout the room once again.
"Ahaha..close, I am in fact a dragon, and one of the founders of this city."
The other people around the table looked shocked, both at Michael's anwser and Fafnir's response.
The dragon they heard about was said to be arrogant and fearsome, someone who would inspire worship from those around it.
Though what was this? Laughing after being called a goat?
Even Amanda couldn't hide her surprise, the father she remembers was always strict with her, the only person he acted normally around was her mother.
Who had sadly passed away a long time ago.
Ever since that day, father was never the same, eventually leading to him falling sick from a disease related to his dragon heart.
Amanda tried calling all sorts of healers, however none were able to do anything, even the best healer she could contact was only able to relieve the pain her father suffered.
And now a child, a simple child, was able to cure something even the best healers on the continent could not.
All the while Michael was just standing there, listening to the dragon laugh, not really sure whether to apologise or not, that might even make the situation worse.
Eventually the laughter stopped and Fafnir gazed back at Michael "I will grant you one wish, it is seperate from the reward you are currently seeking, so feel free to ask away."
'A reasonable dragon, nice.'
"Right, then can I get permission to enter dungeons?" Michael said while looking at Amanda, though her reply was stern.
"No, though we could offer you a level 20 dungeon, you are still not ready for the other dungeons."
'Good enough for now'
"That is fine, would it also be possible to gain some type of clearance? I want to be able to buy stuff the adults can, such as weapons and armor." Michael asked as he tugged at his tattered robe.
Amanda thought for a moment before replying "You get something similar like that once you enter the academy, however it can be done, pass me your ID"
Michael did as he was told and noticed Amanda biting her finger, a drop of blood falling right onto his ID card.
And suddenly its colors changed, the once fully black ID now turned golden, with a single streak of black right above his name.
"There, also, now you are able to use your credit card with just your ID, I am a bit surprised the police force cheaped out on that" Amanda said as she gave Michael his ID back.
'It does feel a little different' he thought, holding it in his hands.
Amanda slightly chuckled "Update it, they taught you that at the very least right?"
She was a little disappointed with the police force, someone like Michael was with them and they were taking the cheap way out?
Biting his finger, a few droplets of blood fell on the ID card, updating his status.
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*GOLD*
Awakened Identification Document
Name: Saint Michael
Age: 11 years old
Class: Healer
Level 36
Affilitation: City of Vivum
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Michael's brows twitched a little "Saint Michael?"
"Yes that is now your new name, you also don't have to work in the police station anymore, we will call you whenever something requiring your attention comes up." Amanda explained patiently.
"Right, will I still be considered a Saint even in the academy?"
"Of course, just make sure to not do anything incriminating in the next 4 months until the academy, even if we can bail you out, the word would still undoubtedly spread"
Michael nodded and put the ID card in his pocket, it was likely time to head out.
"Aren't you forgetting something" Fafnir's voice suddenly rang out.
'Oh right.. the wish or whatever'
Michael shrugged "I don't have anything I want to wish for at the moment."
Fafnir just stared at Michael, trying to gouge his intentions. However there was nothing to see, he was not hiding any agenda.
"Very well, the next time we see each other, you better have something in mind." With those words Fafnir slumped down into his chair and closed his eyes.
'Did he just fall asleep?'
Yes.. after reawakening his powers, he became drowsy. Dragons tend to be like that.
"You are free to go, one of the personnel downstairs will take you to your new residence." Amanda said with a sigh, walking up to Fafnir and picking him up.
Michael took that as his que to leave, and so he did.
'Tell me something, you said dragons tend to be like that. For some reason I get the feeling you were talking from experience, am I wrong?
I can't tell you that, all I will say is that your memories are not the only ones I have, snip your curiosity in the bud till you are stronger.
The system turned Michael down, though it did give him some insight. It meant the System knew more than it let on, even if it feigned ignorance sometimes.
Michael got into the elevator and this time immediately appeared at the bottom, no fancy stuff happening like last time.
There was a single vehicle parked in front of the headquarters, it was the same one he was being driven around in previously.
'So my driver is government personnel, huh. I guess that means the reason I could live so lavishly was indeed because of them.' Michael chuckled inwardly and got in, driving as fast as always.
He arrived in front of some sort of 3 story villa, a stark contrast to his previous small modern house.
Michael walked up to it and was immediately scanned with a green light, similar to the government headquarters entrance.
He saw something strange, or more like someone. There was a man neatly dressed in a suit, bowing slighty in Michael's direction.
"Greetings young Saint, I am the head butler Xavier, it is an honor to meet you."
Michael's calm expression slightly faltered 'My very own butler? Holy shit?'
You have officially became somewhat of a big shot, congratulations.
'Why thank you.'
Xavier led Michael around the entire villa, there were more than 8 rooms and 3 bathrooms, and last but not least a massive kitchen with his very own cook.
There was some sort of cinema room as well, something Michael greatly appreciated.
Lastly, they arrived in front of the master bedroom, situated on the top most floor.
It was spatious as one would expect, with windows overlooking the whole inner district of the city.
Ever since arriving here, he saw the stark contrast of technology as opposed to the part of the city he was staying in previously.
Through his main window he able to see a massive school like building, it stretched on for hundreds of meters and took up a large amount of space.
It was the academy, which Michael will be attending in 4 months.
He found himself lying on the massive comfortable bed, all the stuff that has happened today made him extremely tired, both physically and mentally.
'By the time the academy starts, I need to reach at least level 40, double the system's previous estimations.'
And Michael will be doing so by going to the dungeon Amanda gave him.
Taking a glance at his phone, its location was fairly close to his new home. It was time to max out the Shield skill.