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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

Chapter77-The Legendary Tag Weapon

Fingertip Lightning, though an advanced magic, was seldom used due to its limited range. 

Typically, it was combined with Claw Attack, rendering it somewhat underwhelming. 

However, limited utility aside, the power of Fingertip Lightning was formidable!

Intense electric light burst from Owen's hand, and Leyton immediately sensed danger. 

He tried to escape from Owen's proximity, but he couldn't match the speed of the lightning.

The Fingertip Lightning, initially a scattered arc, transformed into a powerful current upon contact with the trident. 

The thunderbolt conducted through the trident into Leyton's body, enveloping him in a bright electrical glow. The fierce current rampaged through him.

Leyton writhed in agony, trying desperately to release the Seastar Trident, but it seemed as if the lightning had a magnetic pull, clinging stubbornly to his palm.