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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!

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Chapter76-The Marvelous Use of [Prophecy]

Anbar was the name of the tail-general Berkeley had slain. 

Another merfolk standing behind the ferocious one pointed at Owen, his face charged with emotion. "It was them, they not only killed Lord Anbar but also many of our brethren!"

Their faces were animated with a frenzy of murderous intent, a stark contrast to the fear and trepidation they had shown before.

Owen squinted, sizing up the merfolk. "Seems like this one is no ordinary foe. What rank might he be?"

Berkeley's gaze was grave as he responded in a low tone, "He appears to be a tail-general too, but close to the level of a belly-general."

"A half-step belly-general?" Owen was momentarily surprised, then joked.

Berkeley found the term somewhat amusing. "You could say that."

"Whoa, so that's like grandmaster-tier, right?" Finn exclaimed in surprise.