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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!]

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Chapter208-Mission and Duty

As Hass moved to save Osk, the despicable Gus shouted, "Traitor, playing the hero, die!" 

Along with his cry, a dark beam of light shot towards Hass.

Knowing he couldn't dodge in time, Hass hurriedly yelled, "Kid, turn around!" 

Osk instinctively turned his head just as a loud explosion occurred.

The wooden bowl was blasted upwards, then fell to the ground.

The small amount of lightwine within it splattered around and disappeared.

Both the seven centurions and Keso, having exerted all their strength, sustained various degrees of injuries.

"Ahhhh!" Moments later, Osk's agonizing screams filled the area.

The lightwine had corroded the back of the child's head, exposing and even dissolving parts of his skull.

Osk ran frantically towards the mountain's edge, and no one present had the strength to stop him.

Keso, with blood-red eyes, was confronting the seven centurions, who also dared not be careless.