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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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Chapter66-The Dreamscape Dragon's Treasure

"Hold on a minute, Mr. Bernard," Owen said, feeling uneasy, "Did you just laugh?"

Diana leaned in to listen and also heard Bernard let out a sly chuckle. 

That kind of laugh was akin to a lecherous man on the street spotting a beautiful woman with bare legs, involuntarily emitting a strange giggle. 

It was a laugh that didn't quite fit the persona of a powerful being like Bernard.

Bernard responded cheerfully, "Indeed, I was just a bit excited to see the saint, that's all."

Owen and Diana exchanged glances, not entirely convinced.

"Really?" Owen asked.

"Of course," Bernard assured him. 

Owen decided not to doubt him further. 

After all, if Bernard had any ill intentions, why would he go to the trouble of saving him?

"Mr. Bernard," Owen tried to steer the conversation back, "What exactly is your realm?"