Gravity (1)

Standing at the edge of the floating island, Flakey's gaze swept across the class, his usual lighthearted demeanor absent—replaced by something far more serious.

"Let's say someone possesses a Supernatural Soul Trait. That would mean their true essence is far stronger than others—a force capable of shifting the balance of the World itself."

His tone remained steady, yet there was an unmistakable sharpness beneath it.

"But do you really think such power comes without cost?"

His eyes scanned the class as he pressed forward.

"There's a reason why nearly all Supernatural users die the moment they are born. A newborn's body simply cannot handle the overwhelming power of a Supernatural Trait."

"It leads to immediate death—before they can even take their first steps into the world."

Some students shifted slightly, the implications sinking in.

But Flakey wasn't finished.