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

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Gna felt as if his body was restrained by an invisible force, unable to move an inch.

Owen, observing Gna's transformation, had a glint of victory in his eyes.

He knew that Gna was no longer a threat to him.

Taking a deep breath, Owen's golden holy light grew even brighter, like a blazing sun.

He leaped towards Gna, his dragon claws drawing golden arcs in the air, stirring up a whirlwind.

Each strike was as fierce as thunder, leaving Gna no chance to dodge.

Gna, overwhelmed by Owen's assault, was forced back step by step, his body covered in wounds, blood oozing continuously.

Despite the intense pain, he didn't give up and attacked Owen with increasing ferocity.

But his efforts were in vain, as he was severely suppressed by the Gold Divine Dragon.

Owen was his nemesis.

Inevitably, Gna, with wounds all over his body, slowly knelt before Owen, his blood-red eyes lifeless, staring fixedly at Owen.

Nikol and Erin approached, admiring the scene.

"Saint, you... you're too strong,"

Nikol said, his lips twitching.

He had not anticipated Owen's victory and was always ready to rescue him, but it proved unnecessary.

Owen waved his hand slightly, pondering, "What was that light I used just now?"

Nikol blinked, somewhat bewildered, "Wasn't it something you used yourself?"

Erin, excitedly interjected, "Saint, I know."

"Oh?" Owen looked at Erin, "Tell me."

"I've seen it in the ancient texts of our tribe. The Gold Divine Dragon bloodline of a saint contains a golden holy light, which is especially effective against evil and strange forces. Gna must have been greatly weakened after being exposed to your golden holy light."

Owen stroked his chin, a glimmer in his eyes:

"But the Gold Divine Dragon wasn't something I used actively..."

Erin, with her head lowered, pondered before saying:

"Maybe it's an inherent ability of the Gold Divine Dragon bloodline that appears in times of danger. Or perhaps, your saint level isn't high enough yet to access the golden holy light."

Considering this plausible explanation, Owen stopped pondering and smiled broadly, "Let's go, back home."

On the way, Erin was full of admiration for Owen, sticking close to him and lavishing him with praise.

Owen accepted her compliments, laughing heartily.

Returning to his mountain abode, a system notification sounded:

[fate point +874]

Owen felt a surge of excitement and checked his fate points.

[fate point: 947]

"Time to upgrade?" Owen mused to himself, "Upgrade the prophecy ability."

[Upgrade complete.]

The system responded.

Owen opened the panel again to check his prophecy ability:

[Prophecy: The host can see events occurring within the next 5 seconds from the time of using this skill. This skill can be upgraded, next level requires 1000 fate points. Cooldown: 3 days]

Owen read the description, feeling a slight twitch in his heart.

The cooldown time hadn't changed...

Although the duration increased by two seconds, it was the cooldown that was of utmost importance.

Whether it's seeing 3 seconds or 5 seconds ahead wasn't as critical.

But being able to use prophecy every day, that would be a significant improvement.

Nevertheless, Owen was not disheartened; he had understood how to earn fate points.

The best way was to change someone's destiny, as this could provide a continuous flow of fate points to Owen.

A quicker method was to directly take a life, which also constituted a change in someone's destiny.

Altering the course of the future as predicted could also significantly increase fate points.

The stronger the individual whose destiny is changed, the more fate points are gained.

Owen didn't dwell on this; as powerful as prophecy might be, it could only serve as a trump card.

True strength was essential to traverse the Novalia continent.

Thus, he continued to immerse himself in the world of dragons' spells.

Half a year passed, and Owen had reached the peak of the gold-tier, but he encountered a bottleneck.

It wasn't a bottleneck in his realm but in his spells.

Dragons were inherently skilled in physical combat, a skill almost etched into every dragon's bones.

Owen had fully mastered the physical combat techniques, but he found himself struggling with spells.

Realizing he wasn't making progress, he sought out Barlo for advice. fre ewebn ovel

Standing in front of Barlo, Owen exuded a powerful aura.

His eyes sparkled with a golden glow, like two stars shining in the night sky.

Owen extended his hands, and a ball of blue flame began to coalesce in his palms.

This flame, emitting a chilling aura as if it came from a frigid land, changed shape according to Owen's hand movements.

Sometimes it turned into a blue fire dragon, and at other times, it became a burning sea.

Barlo, witnessing Owen's display of spellcraft, showed a flicker of astonishment in his eyes.

He had never seen anyone manipulate the power of flame so adeptly, transforming it into various forms.

Barlo couldn't help but praise Owen enthusiastically: "Saint, your spell control is truly astonishing! I have never seen anyone manipulate fire with such finesse."

Owen shook his head slightly, unsatisfied, and said, "It's not enough, far from enough."

"Why do you say that, saint? The level of spell control you possess is something many of our tribe members couldn't master in a thousand years. Your progress has been incredibly fast," Barlo remarked, a hint of envy in his eyes.

As an ice dragon with specific inherited spells in his bloodline, he couldn't reach Owen's level.

After all, Owen had been bathed in the power of stellar forces, making his soul power extraordinarily strong and learning spells relatively easy.

Given time, Owen was bound to become a pillar of the dragons.

"It's too slow. I vaguely feel that a great era is about to begin. This rate of progress is too slow," Owen expressed his concern.

Hearing this, Barlo also became anxious.

Owen, being a saint, had a precise sense of the future, and his words couldn't be taken lightly.

"If the saint wishes to make rapid progress, then the only option is to go to the Grand Magus Academy."

"Grand Magus Academy?" Owen pondered, holding his "Heart of Magus",

"The magic academy where Eldrich is?"

"Exactly. Our dragons' approach to spell research is rather crude; after all, we live long lives, with even newborns living for two to three thousand years. We pursue power in our spells, not finesse. Humans, on the other hand, have short lifespans and seek intricacy and speed in their spells. So, if you want to progress quickly, saint, you must visit the Grand Magus Academy."

After explaining, Barlo's expression turned somewhat hesitant.

Seeing Barlo's hesitation, Owen couldn't help but laugh, "Just spit it out, why are you hesitating like that?"

Scratching his head, Barlo said with pursed lips, "But this journey... there will surely be unpredictable dangers. I'm concerned about your safety, saint."

Owen interrupted Barlo confidently, "Do you want me to be a flower that only grows in a greenhouse?"

"That's not it," Barlo shrugged slightly, "It's just that if the elders were awake, they certainly wouldn't agree to let you leave. You are crucial to our tribe's future..."

Owen patted Barlo's shoulder, "Don't worry, I'll learn quickly and return as soon as possible."

He was somewhat relieved that the elders were in a state of hibernation.

If they were awake, they certainly wouldn't have heeded his opinion like Barlo did.

Barlo nodded slightly, "Saint, I understand your aspirations, so I won't stop you. Just be sure to stay safe. You are our tribe's hope."

"Don't worry."

.....

The route to the Grand Magus Academy required leaving through Dragon Echo Valley and heading east.

The journey involved traveling along the edge of the continent, passing through dense forests and rugged mountains.

After crossing the mountain range, they would arrive at a vast grassland – the Dreamy Prairie.

At the end of the prairie lay a majestic city, where the Grand Magus Academy was located.

Owen set off on the journey with Erin.

Erin insisted on accompanying Owen, and Barlo also suggested taking her along for support.

With no other choice, Owen agreed to let Erin follow.

Barlo couldn't come because, with the tribal elders in hibernation, someone needed to stay behind. It wasn't convenient for him to travel.

"Erin, don't reveal my identity as a saint on the road."

"Okay, saint."

"Don't call me saint, call me master."

"Okay, saint."

"Call me master..."

"Okay, sai... master."