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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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Chapter153-The Eve of Chaos

Roger approached, his expression a complex tapestry of pity interwoven with a touch of sorrow.

The Fourth Elder, grasping at straws, reached out to touch Roger, his voice a blend of desperation and hope, "Prince Saint, I have accomplished what you asked of me. My family..."

Roger deftly avoided the Fourth Elder's scarred hand, his voice steady and reassuring, "I keep my promises. Rest assured."

In the Fourth Elder's eyes, there seemed to be a fading light, a sign Roger recognized all too well - the ebbing away of life.

The Elder's body, already weakened by old ailments and the forced breakthroughs that left behind wounds inflicted by sage powers, was hard to heal.

These were not just physical scars but damages intertwined with the very laws of magic, notoriously difficult to mend.

His life was already hanging by a thread, and now he was sacrificing his last vestiges of vitality to pave a golden path for his family.