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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

Chapter87-Luminous Ancient Kingdom

With a "thud," the master of the seaturtle race knelt on the ground.

"Grandfather, please spare your grandson."

Owen looked at the sea turtle and laughed.

So straightforward?

"You handle it yourself," Owen said dismissively, continuing to walk forward.

Soon after, Finn, wielding his sword, caught up. 

He was covered in blood, and around him, there seemed to be faint ghostly presences of a turtle, seahorse, and shark entwined. 

Owen understood that Finn had definitely been forced to kill.

"What about the others?" Owen wasn't concerned about the lives of those sea races.

"When we reached this mountain peak to regroup, we were surrounded by those sea races. They were after our lives, so we scattered in different directions. I don't know where they went; they might already be dead."

Finn's face was etched with distress and extreme frustration.