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

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"Looks like we're going to see many powerful 'saints' today."

"Wait, let's see which race this 'saint' belongs to."

"..."

As the red pillar of light shot into the sky, stirring the winds and clouds, a fierce and passionate aura of a wild beast emanated from within.

A lion, entirely red with bloodshot eyes, roared towards the heavens:

"Roar---"

The surrounding clouds dispersed with its mighty roar.

"Flame lionfolk... it's the flame lionfolk!"

A burly man with fiery red hair laughed heartily, his presence striking: "Hahaha, a saint of our tribe! The Goddess of Fate smiles upon us!"

The surrounding humanoid races celebrated with smiles, but deep envy was hidden in their eyes.

The burly man approached the first student, kneeling before him and touching his left chest: "Saint, may I know your name?"

"E..Elvis Wallis," he responded nervously, "You can call me Elvis."

"Saint Wallis, please come with me. Our tribe will do everything to protect you."

Elvis instinctively looked towards the white-haired elder.

The elder looked at Elvis with kindness: "Go on, you are now a saint of the flame lionfolk. They will be your most trustworthy allies from now on."

The burly man, evidently possessing strength many times, even a hundred times greater than Elvis, still showed extreme humility towards him.

Is this what it means to be a saint?

Owen's expression, which had remained unchanged, now turned extremely grim.

He seemed to understand why, in the "prophecy", he was ridiculed by everyone, while Roger appeared smug and contemptuous.

As Elvis was escorted away by the flame lionfolk, envy filled the eyes of the other students.

They seemed to grasp the situation.

The ceremony was awakening the "spirit" within them, but each "spirit" corresponded to a race's hierarchy, classified as disadvantaged, intermediate, or advanced.

What they didn't know was whether everyone could summon a "spirit".

If they couldn't, would they be abandoned... or even eaten?

The faces of the students turned pale, some crossing their chests and praying they could summon their "spirit".

The second student, having seen Elvis summon a miraculous vision, was nervous, his hand trembling as he placed it on the light ball.

Seeing this, the white-haired elder smiled warmly, "Saints, don't be nervous. Being chosen by the holy light to come here means you all possess a 'spirit'. You are all saints of various tribes, with only the strength differing."

"Relax and feel the energy within the light ball."

The elder's words, deliberately spoken for the students to hear, brought smiles to their faces.

They no longer feared being abandoned by the tribes or being eaten if they couldn't summon a "spirit".

Although the levels of "spirits" varied, staying alive in this isekai was what mattered most.

The only one whose face turned as pale as snow was Owen Douglas.

"Everyone has a 'spirit' within them, then what about me? Am I an anomaly? In the prophecy, I was clearly isolated..."

Owen had never felt this desolate, not even when he was unnoticed in class, invisible to his teachers.

His lips quivered slightly, his legs feeling an urge to flee.

He didn't want to be seen as an anomaly, subjected to the bare scrutiny of others, like a monkey in a zoo — only, his fate could be worse than that of a zoo monkey.

At least monkeys had food, but without a tribe choosing him in this isekai, how would he survive?

His mind was in turmoil as the second student's "spirit" was awakened, chosen by an intermediate race, the cat people. freewebn ovel.c om

The following students were chosen mostly by disadvantaged races: goblin, man-eating demon, dwarf, merfolk, fairy, ghost...

Even being chosen by a disadvantaged race brought them joy, as surviving in this isekai was paramount.

These races, treating their saints almost like masters, could mean an easier life for those students.

Only a few were chosen by intermediate races, joining the moon elves, undead, giants, thunder tribe...

Elvis, chosen by the advanced flame lionfolk, was the only one, highlighting how rare and honorable it was to be chosen by an advanced race.

Many students were now eagerly talking to Elvis, seeking his acquaintance.

Owen watched Elvis' confident and proud smile, feeling increasingly dejected.

Previously, although Elvis wasn't introverted, he was just an average person in the class, similar to Owen in that nobody cared much about him.

But now, Elvis, with his newfound status as a saint of an advanced race, had suddenly become the most popular person.

Owen felt no envy, only fear for his future.

"Calm down, calm down," he whispered to himself, trying to clear his chaotic mind.

"I still have the Prophecy System. Even if I can't become a 'saint', I can survive."

This thought brought some stability to Owen's heart.

Roger, witnessing the girls flocking around Elvis, felt as if flames were about to burst from his eyes.

Those girls, who should have been around him, were now circling this once invisible Elvis!

He had always been the most popular guy in the class and the grade, but now his position had been usurped, leaving him deeply uncomfortable.

Envy gnawed at Roger, wishing he could tear Elvis apart.

But the sight of the burly man standing guard beside Elvis filled him with trepidation.

The burly man seemed to sense Roger's hostility and frowned at him.

Roger quickly averted his gaze, his heart pounding.

He felt as if the burly man had seen right through him.

"I must become a saint of an advanced race!" Roger clenched his fists, swearing to himself.

Approaching the light ball, Roger took a deep breath.

"Are you ready?" the white-haired elder asked gently.

"I'm ready," Roger responded, placing his hand on the light ball.

The next moment, the light ball emitted a white beam thicker than the one for Elvis, churning the entire sky into darkness, with fierce winds swirling around.

The elder's eyes widened in astonishment.

"A top-ten advanced race! This saint... his 'spirit' is so terrifying?"

The light beam then transformed, revealing a winged humanoid figure within.

With silvery-white hair, a pair of dazzlingly detailed and ornate wings, and dressed in a white robe...

"Angel race?" someone gasped in surprise.

Owen looked at Roger, his lips twitching slightly.

It seemed the Goddess of Fate had bestowed all the blessings on Roger.

Even in this isekai, he was the most dazzling one.

Respect was evident on the elder's face, a regard not shown to other "Children of Prophecy": "Saint, please wait for a moment. We will immediately send a message to the angel race to come and fetch you."

Roger frowned, discontentedly saying, "What? They didn't come?"

The elder quickly reassured him, "Please don't misunderstand, saint. The angel race, being one of the top ten in the advanced races, hasn't had a saint appear for three hundred years."

"They don't usually attend these ceremonies, not expecting such an esteemed individual as yourself to appear today."

Roger's face broke into a smile, and he coughed lightly, "Could I get something to drink? I'm a bit thirsty."

"Of course," the elder replied. "Erica, please prepare some elven beverages for our esteemed guest."

Erica, the elven woman from earlier, gazed at Roger with fervent eyes. "Mr. Roger, this way, please. Let's have a deeper conversation. The elves, too, are ranked tenth among the advanced races."

Roger looked Erica up and down, nodding suavely, "It's an honor to chat with such a beautiful lady."

Erica's smile widened as she led Roger away.

The students who had awakened their "spirits" hurriedly followed Roger.

Now was the time to forge relationships based on school camaraderie for a better future in this isekai.

Owen, expressionless, had resigned himself to the fact that he wasn't a 'saint'.

He shook his head in resignation, laughing at himself.

Showing weakness now would only make him the subject of others' amusement.

And what if he wasn't a saint?

With the "Prophecy System," it was still uncertain who would go further in this world.