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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

Chapter133-The Illusion of Death

In the trial chamber, Owen lay on the bed, his face expressionless.

Beside him, a teacher paced back and forth in the room, often glancing up at the ceiling.

This time was the most tedious for her; she had to stay close to the students in case any emergencies arose.

Though it was just a fragment of their souls absorbed into the illusion, some students struggled to distinguish between the illusion and reality.

There were instances when a student, at the moment their soul shattered, would instinctively use arcanergy to strike those around them, still believing they were battling an enemy.

It was then that the teachers had to intervene, stabilizing them to prevent the room from being destroyed.

The teacher glanced at Owen and thought to herself, "His name is Owen, right? Quite handsome, but he doesn't quite fit the image of a magus." However, her expression quickly shifted to one of concern.