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School Transmigration: I, Chosen as the Saint by Dragons at the Start

Update Daily! 9 AM PST ---------------------- 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!] ---------------------- WPC Dec-Jan Entry! Please show your support if you enjoy the story! How can you show your support? Gift Power Stone! 150=1 bonus chapter 200=2 bonus chapters 500=3 bonus chapters Bonus release will drop the following week!

Sesame_Cookies · Fantasy
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Chapter113-Could It Be a Sage?

Rather than saying it opened, it was more like it was being stretched open.

A dark hand grabbed Loka's lower lip, and another, equally dark, pressed against her upper jaw.

Loka's mouth was forcibly elongated to an unimaginable extent.

Suddenly, a head emerged from her mouth.

Its gaze was bewildered, shrouded in a viscous fluid resembling amniotic fluid.

Its eyes, blood-red and intense, contrasted starkly with its entirely black face.

The skin seemed to swirl like mist, and its teeth, resembling a pair of tusks, jutted menacingly beyond its lips.

This Demon was peculiar, seemingly incorporeal, yet it could interact with the Goddess of Loka's statue.

Shaking its head, it fixed its gaze on the black protodragon.

Its eyes continuously shifted between Owen and the black protodragon, as if recognizing or discerning something.