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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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Chapter70-He Knew Everything All Along

Owen gazed upon the familiar Gate of Space, casting a glance over the picturesque Dreamscape Valley.

"Alright, let's go," he declared.

The group stepped into the Gate of Space, embarking on their journey home. 

After a brief, barely perceptible tremor, Owen once again found his feet firmly planted on solid ground.

The familiar palace, the familiar Raymond. He stood emotionless atop the staircase, casting a cold glance at the princes before moving to the king's side.

The king's face was wreathed in smiles.

"My children, you have finally returned," he exclaimed.

Chrisman and Finn knelt on one knee: 

"Father Emperor."

The members of the royal guard followed suit, kneeling and proclaiming respectfully:

"Your Majesty the King."

Owen looked at the king but did not kneel. As the saint of dragons, there was no one in this world who could withstand his bow.

The king's gaze inevitably fell on the bound Oliver.