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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

Chapter256-Waiting for the Right Moment

Owen rushed back, his return with food bringing joy and relief to everyone.

In their hunger, the coarse food they would have once looked down upon was now devoured eagerly, satisfying them greatly.

Suddenly, a voice broke the silence.

"You thieves, this is outrageous!" 

A monk, hidden behind a cluster of withered trees, revealed himself.

Owen realized he had been followed.

His current avatar, not fully integrated, had limited capabilities.

Initially flustered, Owen quickly regained his calm.

He reassured the famished group, "Don't worry, just enjoy your meal." 

They nodded, resuming their feast with renewed vigor.

"You'll see!" 

The monk, infuriated by Owen and his group's fearless demeanor, was seething with rage.

He had intended to confront them but remembered he was alone.

Direct confrontation would surely put him at a disadvantage.

After a moment of thought, he retreated angrily.