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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

Chapter248-The King's Stratagem

Listening to the king's tone, Armando sensed that disturbing His Majesty so early might have soured his mood.

Little did Armando know that the king had not slept all night; of course, he would be irritable!

Armando recounted everything that had happened with Marwan and their visit to the National Preceptor's residence in detail.

However, to his surprise, his father showed no interest at all.

How could that be? 

Armando couldn't help but question himself internally.

It seems the king remained unflappable even in the face of unsettling news.

"Hmm, I see. If there's nothing else, you may leave," the king dismissed.

"Yes, Father, I apologize for the disturbance," Armando said, understanding his cue to exit the study room.

"Your Majesty, I will arrange for someone to prepare a resting place for you immediately."

"No need, servant. Look, dawn is almost upon us, and I have much to attend to shortly; it's not worth the bother."