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School Transmigration: I, Chosen as the Saint by Dragons at the Start

Owen, an ordinary high school student at Saint Aya Academy, finds himself and his classmates mysteriously transported to a world filled with magic and bizarre creatures during a school event. In this world, arcanergy saturates the land, and all intelligent beings can harness it. The more adept one is at utilizing arcanergy, the more noble their race is considered. Upon arriving on this new continent, the students from Saint Aya Academy immediately attract the attention of various powers. They are referred to as Saints and are chosen by powerful races to be groomed as successors. However, Owen seems to be as inconspicuous here as he was at school, with no races showing interest in him. Even as his classmates find their places, no one extends an olive branch to Owen. Just when everyone thinks he will be left behind, a dragon's roar echoes across the sky. The ancient and mighty Dragon race, in an unprecedented gesture of high ceremony, has the twelve Great Dragon Elders personally welcome Owen, choosing him as the "Saint of the Dragons." As everyone is stunned by this dramatic turn of events, Owen hears a "ding" sound beside his ear... [Host binding, the most powerful Prophecy System is activated!]

Sesame_Cookies · Fantasy
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280 Chs

Chapter127-Back to Thousands of Years Ago

Deep within Heaven Summit.

Surprisingly, this place was a mine, its tunnels deep and winding, creating an oppressive feeling in one's heart with its intricate and fragmented pathways.

Following these paths deeper, an expansive area unexpectedly opened up.

In the center of this open space stood a young man with a handsome face and an ethereal aura.

On his forehead shone a point of light, as if a deity had gently touched his brow.

"Saint, this is the place where, six thousand years ago, the Devourer built the Fortress of Flesh," said a man standing behind him.

He too had a point of white light on his forehead, which bestowed upon him an aura of supreme sanctity.

The young man, with his hands behind his back, spoke softly, "Is everything ready?"