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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

Chapter228-The Tragic Demise of Nobles

Barely managing to stand, both men's mouths oozed blood that turned from red to black.

True to their ruthless noble lineage, each had coated their blade with poison for their final strike.

The deadly toxin, carried by their arcanergy, invaded their bodies, overpowering their resistance.

"Despicable!" 

"Shameless!"

They cursed each other, collapsing to the ground, never to rise again.

"What a pity," the high priest lamented, observing their corpses.

"It was always stated that only one could proceed per level. Exceeding this number would keep the inter-level barrier sealed. To unseal it required reducing the numbers. Why the rush to such a futile end? Now, both have ensured their mutual downfall, leaving no victors."

As the high priest spoke, Goden's gaze remained fixed on the tower's lanterns.

Skes had reached the fourth level, and after a few minutes, the fifth level's lantern finally lit up.