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

40  The Boy No Longer as Before

Before the assembly of all tribes, Owen struck Roger across the face, showing no regard for Roger's esteemed status as the Saint of the Angel Race. It was then that she realized, Owen had changed. He was no longer the weak student, bullied and trampled upon in the schoolyard.

Watching Owen's departing figure, Finn's heart surged with excitement. Commanding and imposing, students around made way for Owen.

"A man," Finn thought, "should carve out a reputation just like Owen."

"Saint, it seems I already know who to choose for the secret realm," Finn declared, his fists clenched, eyes sparkling with determination.

The young Saint girl's eyes flickered subtly, choosing not to respond.

The professor who had earlier rebuked Owen, watching him walk away, was seething with frustration: "Headmaster, are you just going to watch him strut around the academy like this? He shows no respect for our rules."

Elwin, standing nearby, scoffed, "Adams, you've spent too much time in your lab, oblivious to what life and death truly mean. Owen is right. 'He who kills shall be killed.' Joey struck first, and now he's been killed in return. Owen is not to blame."

Adams, eyes blazing with fury, clenched his fists, "Elwin, it's because of violent professors like you that our students engage in such brutality!"

Elwin sneered through gritted teeth, dismissing Adams without another word.

Kendo, expressionless, spoke indifferently, "Owen has made his stance clear. 'He who kills shall be killed.' It's his attitude towards Joey's death and his way of accepting responsibility for it."

"As for the conflict between the Angel Race and the Dragon Clan, it's inevitable. We, at the Grand Magus Academy, should not involve ourselves in it."

Eldrich was deeply moved. From the moment he saw Owen slap Roger without hesitation, he understood that a grand era had begun and chaotic times were upon them.

"The headmaster is right," he reflected, "the Angel Race has no grounds to demand explanations from us. Had it not been for the academy's loss of the Heart of Magus, they couldn't have even saved their saint."

As Owen vanished at the corner, the crowd began to recover from the shock of the recent battle...

"Owen has been concealing his true nature so deeply, he's actually a dragon."

"That's incredible, I've only read about dragons in books, never seen one with my own eyes."

"Isn't it said that dragons haven't been seen for thousands of years? How did one suddenly appear?" Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"I don't know, but it seems there's an irreconcilable conflict between the Angel Race and dragons."

"Who knows? Hopefully, it won't affect our lives."

A day slowly passed.

In his room, Owen sat cross-legged, the golden arcanergy around him continuously circulating, gradually healing his wounds.

This time, it wasn't without gains.

Having killed Joey and defeated three members of the Leaf Society, he had garnered a significant amount of fate. His fate points increased by 1470, bringing the total to 1938. The boost in fate points from this battle was beyond his expectations.

But upon reflection, it made sense. Joey's involvement with the Angel Race and his identity as a student of the Grand Magus Academy added weight to his demise. Killing Joey and affecting the futures of both the Angel Race and the Grand Magus Academy justified the substantial increase in fate points.

"Master, a beautiful lady is looking for you downstairs," Erin informed him.

"Oh?" Owen, reining in his aura, looked up at Erin. "Who is it?"

"I don't know her, but she seems very dignified and strong."

"Then I'll go have a look."

"Do you want me to accompany you, Master?"

"There's no need, just wait for me in the room."

Owen stepped out of the dormitory building and, seeing the vibrant young girl in front of him, furrowed his brows, "You were looking for me?"

"Owen, I'm Diana. Don't you recognize me?" Diana asked, a hint of surprise in her eyes.

Previously, Owen had been weakened severely by the destruction holy light, but in just a day, his aura had stabilized, and his wounds were no longer visible.

"Diana?" Owen studied the girl. "Should I know you?"

Diana pouted, "I'm a student from the class next to yours, we've met a few times."

Owen's eyebrows slightly raised, as he slowly overlapped the memory of the class beauty next door with Diana.

Back then, Diana, with her golden hair and azure eyes, accompanied by a voluptuous figure and a delicate face, captivated countless male gazes. Even Roger had covertly sought to catch her attention. But now, Diana had completely transformed.

Her hair shimmered with a silver radiance like stars in the night sky, presenting a mysterious and alluring hue. Her long locks gently waved as if they were part of a magical conduit. Her eyes were like gems, deep and enchanting. Each time she blinked, magical lights seemed to sparkle in her eyes.

Her skin was as white and delicate as polished jade, flawlessly perfect. She appeared before people like an exquisitely carved work of art. The fine texture gave off an aura of untouchable dignity, as if she hailed from a mystical fairyland.

How could Owen possibly associate her current appearance with the school beauty he remembered?

"What brings you here?" he asked.

Diana replied with a playful smile, "Shall we walk and talk?"

Owen nodded and followed Diana.

"I never imagined you'd become so powerful," she remarked.

"You're not bad yourself," Owen observed, noticing the glimmers of arcanergy at the tips of her hair, a clear sign she had reached the threshold of the master-tier. "You must have touched the brink of the master-tier, haven't you?"

"You have a keen eye, but I'm afraid I wouldn't last a move against you," she said.

Owen touched his nose, not responding. It wasn't arrogance; at his current level, he was invincible below the rank of a master. But keeping his cards hidden was always better than laying them bare for all to see.

"What did you come to find me for?" Owen asked.

"The Second Prince sent me on an errand to invite you to join his team," she responded.

Owen's eyelids lifted slightly, "Are you affiliated with the Second Prince's faction?"

"Not at all, I'm a human saint. The royal family's struggles aren't my concern," Diana said, her face radiating pride, like a swan stretching its neck to show off its grace.

"Yet you speak on behalf of the Second Prince."

Seeing Owen's indifferent demeanor, Diana felt a bit dejected. Isn't he at all astonished by my status as a human saint? But then again, Owen is a saint of dragons, a status no less than mine.

She hesitated inwardly but replied, "The Second Prince offered me some resources, so I agreed to speak on his behalf. But you don't have to worry about it; I'm just the messenger. You can totally refuse."

Owen responded emotionlessly, "Fine, you go back and tell the Second Prince that I refuse."

Diana's lips parted slightly, puzzled, "Owen, this is a great opportunity. If you could connect with the Laine Kingdom, you wouldn't have to fear the Angel Race."

"The Angel Race is powerful now, with three advanced races in alliance and a hundred intermediate races under their control. You already have a feud with Roger. It's risky to fight alone."

Owen left, ignoring Diana's earnest advice, his hands casually in his pockets. As he walked away, his voice carried back faintly, "You don't have to worry about that. A bunch of chickens and dogs, they pose no real threat to me."

Diana could only watch as Owen departed, her mission unfulfilled.

Owen returned to his dormitory and continued to channel his Gold Divine Dragon blood, repairing his body. His dragon blood had not fully awakened yet, unable to instantly heal a shattered body. It would take a day or two for his internal injuries to fully recover.

Diana relayed the message back to the Second Prince. Finn's eyes flickered with a hint of disappointment, but he quickly rallied, "No matter what, I must gain Owen's help. Only then can I fulfill my grand ambitions." Diana, watching Finn's excited demeanor, kept her thoughts to herself. Owen was not so easily swayed.

As night fell, the Grand Magus Academy campus was enveloped in soft moonlight, tranquil and serene. Stars dotted the clear sky, twinkling faintly like gems scattered across the night. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, creating a soft, soothing sound, as if playing a peaceful melody for the night.

Suddenly, a deafening alarm blared, its piercing sound shattering the calm atmosphere. The alarm echoed like thunder across the academy, causing hearts to race.

Students were startled awake, pouring out from various academic buildings, libraries, and dormitories, their faces reflecting surprise, alertness, and confusion. They hurriedly gathered on the playground, their expressions a mix of panic and fear.

A level-one security alert – could it be that the Angel Race had launched an attack on the Grand Magus Academy?

Inside the administrative building, Headmaster Kendo personally led a team of high-ranking mages to assemble urgently. Dressed in ornate magical robes and wielding staves, their faces were stern and solemn.

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