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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

Chapter212-Ambush

"Right, let's get going." 

Owen suddenly remembered; he was on a quest to marry the unparalleled beauty hosting the contest at the magic tower.

The tower had nine levels, each guarded by a formidable opponent.

Whoever could break through all nine levels would win the witch's hand in marriage.

Now, with warriors from across the nation converging on the magic tower, he couldn't afford to lag behind.

"What's the rush?" Rose slipped out of Owen's embrace, puffing up with indignation, "You're all about fun, letting the horses run off. We need to head to town first to buy horses. Follow me."

Rose headed towards the town, and after only a few steps, let out a shriek.

Owen quickly scooped her up and dashed forward.

"Just so you know," Rose playfully feigned anger, pounding on Owen's chest, "even if you marry her, you must reserve two days a week for me."

"Don't worry." Owen assured her.