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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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Chapter118-Spectral Shadow Fiend's Forbidden Technique

The Spectral Shadow Fiend clearly saw the words "mutual destruction" in Owen's eyes.

"Madman, definitely a madman. You and Hope are both madmen," it ranted, shaking its head frantically, then making a beeline for the rift in the sky.

That was the "door" of this world, leading out to Heartstealer Island.

If it could escape through it, it would be free.

The Fiend moved like a ghost, but Owen wasn't about to let it have its way.

With a flap of his wings, he positioned himself right in front of the Fiend.

"Stay, will you? I've accepted a favor from the black protodragon; I can't just do nothing."

The two plunged into another round of fierce attack and defense.

Phyllis, observing the crack in the sky and the black and gold figures entangled in combat, made a decision.

"We should leave now. We can't afford to lose the Heart of the Ocean and our lives in this place."