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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

Chapter226-Wish Fulfilled

Continuing northward, the magic tower began to loom into view.

From a distance, it seemed devoid of any mystical aura, yet Owen could sense the ancient mana contained within, even from afar.

The guards lining the path underwent a change beyond this point.

Previously, soldiers in military attire had manned the route, but from here to the magic tower, the guards were dressed as rangers and assassins, with a priest responsible for every short stretch.

Between the two sections of guards, there was a small gap.

Owen halted at the sight of this mere three-meter-long gap devoid of guards.

At this moment, Goden clapped Laine on the shoulder, and the two stopped, seemingly discussing something about Mithril.

Owen chuckled to himself, understanding Goden's intentions.

One after another, the others approached this three-meter stretch.