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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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280 Chs

Chapter268-Endless Contraption

Owen also felt something was amiss.

Yashum sighed deeply.

"We've entered the Endless Contraption, a place where survival rates are incredibly low. Our fate could go two ways: either navigate through all its mechanisms to gain the fortune of the Ancient Ruins or meet a gruesome end under one of its traps." 

Upon hearing this, everyone's faces turned pale, with Owen and Anderson feeling a deep sense of dread.

They hadn't even begun to investigate the cause of the elder's demise, and now they were facing the possibility of dying to these contraptions?

"How many traps are there?" Norma asked, a hint of terror in her eyes.

She couldn't bear the thought of dying in such a suffocating manner, encountering the unheard-of Endless Contraption upon her arrival at the Ancient Ruins.

How could she stand for it?

Yashum glanced at Norma, his tone indifferent, "More than a hundred."

"What!"