webnovel

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 · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
280 Chs

Chapter75-Heart of the Ocean in Heartstealer Island

"Good to know," Berkeley said with an icy expression, "Now, meet your end."

The tail-general snorted heavily, defiance in his voice, "I'm not one to scare easily. I know arraymancers need time to set up their magic arrays. If I kill you before you finish setting up your magic array, then you'll be just another ghost under my hammer!"

As his words fell, the tail-general was ready to move, but it was already too late.

Berkeley stood in the center of the magic array, his hands moving as if playing a harp, murmuring an incantation. 

The air around him was thick with a potent magic aura, powerful energy gathering around his body.

As Berkeley's chant grew louder and more intense, the magic array began to shine with a dazzling light. 

Mysterious runes rose from the ground, swirling around Berkeley, forming a massive circular barrier.

"Tail-general, you're too late. My magic array has been ready for a while now."