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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
分數不夠
280 Chs

Chapter214-Annihilation

Following Owen's strike, both Old Gun and Kate lost their will to fight.

The once deadly adversaries set aside the hatred born from their struggle for dominance.

What was the point? 

It was nothing more than a petty squabble, akin to ants fighting.

For people like them, the greatest tragedy was to spend half a lifetime striving, achieving a modicum of success and confidence, only to have it effortlessly shattered by a true powerhouse.

The next day, as Owen walked past Old Gun and Kate, they still dared not look at him.

Their expressions seemed to lament how much better things would be without him.

Without him, they could have contentedly observed their small patch of sky from the bottom of the well, blissfully unaware of the broader world.

An unlikely friendship formed between the two men, akin to wild beasts licking each other's wounds.

Owen was disdainful of this.

He was the strongest and he had the right to be so.