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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

Chapter180-Faceless

"It's quite simple," the demon army leader began, glancing towards the setting sun in the west.

"When your troops departed, there were two people of note. A man of exceptional demeanor and a woman in military garb yet carrying herself like a lady, likely the lord's daughter. And you, escorting them; how could you be merely a battalion commander of the third unit?"

"Furthermore..." the leader continued, "the soldiers you've brought with you are sweating profusely, indicative of a hurried march here, and the number is few.

You must have just discovered our true identities and hastily gathered this team."

"Correct." Owen admitted openly.

"Your forces haven't spread throughout the city, which means your target is the city gates. Drop your illusions, then. When you engage in battle, those illusions cannot be maintained, right? Faceless."

"You know quite a bit," the faceless leader remarked with an appreciative gaze at Owen.