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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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Chapter166-The Decaying Dragon Territory

Man needs food as iron needs steel; skip a meal, and the hunger feels real.

Owen pointed at the steamed buns, "Fancy a couple more?"

"Been eating these all the way here, aren't we fed up yet?" Berkeley grimaced, "Let's head into town for a meal instead."

Though they could hunt for meat at any time during their journey, their staple food was limited to steamed buns, which they had grown thoroughly tired of.

Just then, the county magistrate arrived, inviting the leaders of both troops to a feast in town, a gesture of welcome for the officers.

Timothos naturally accepted the invitation—why pass up a good thing? 

However, he still sought Owen's opinion, to which Owen gestured for him to go ahead.

With a grin, Timothos followed the magistrate.

Owen and his party decided to dine out elsewhere.