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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!]

Sesame_Cookies · 奇幻
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280 Chs

Chapter200-Attack Under the Night Sky

Heading north from Central City, the scenery grew increasingly monotonous.

Owen had traveled for three days and two nights.

He spent the first night in a bustling town, the second in a farmhouse in a small village, and now, as far as the eye could see, everything was blanketed in snow, with scarcely a household in sight.

Just before nightfall, Owen finally found a small camp under the snow mountains belonging to the Celestial Mountains Brigade.

The camp was nearly empty, with only a handful of people remaining, as the rest had been dispatched to the main frontline.

For safety, Owen did not reveal his true identity, merely stating he was a general on a mission to the temple.

The soldiers guarding the camp harbored no suspicions.

By evening, a few of them gathered around what was normally an officers' round table, drinking and eating meat.

Owen listened to the soldiers' idle chat as he ate.

"Do you think they'll come back?"