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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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Chapter171-The End and the Pursuit

Just then, a carriage amidst the rubble shifted, suddenly soaring into the air and crashing violently against the giant ape's face, splintering into fragments and sending wood chips flying.

Clearly, something beneath had propelled the carriage, stunning the giant ape with the impact.

With the carriage flung aside, Owen peered closer and spotted a thin barrier of light enveloping a few people at the core of the debris.

They weren't dead, which was a relief.

It seemed the Cloud Domain's generals weren't entirely incompetent, having prepared contingencies.

This was convenient; leading troops wasn't his forte.

Had Bunyon been killed, Owen would have found himself in a difficult predicament.

So, he bellowed, "Focus on combating Easthaven Realm's cavalry. Leave the demon ape to me!"

Joy flickered in Bunyon's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by concern.

The demon ape looked formidable; could the saint truly prevail?