School Transmigration: I, Chosen as the Saint by Dragons at the Start-Chapter 106 --The Choice of the Divine – Owen
As the demon ape charged towards them, Quincy repelled each attack with determined ferocity.
His face was smeared with blood, patches of skin burnt to a charred black.
Aside from his index fingers and thumbs, his fingers were severed, and countless bones in his body were broken.
His physical condition was dire, yet his spirit blazed with an intense fervor.
His God Descending Spell had succeeded.
This was a monumental feat, the first time since the era of the Luminous Ancient Kingdom’s Hope that someone on this continent had managed to invoke the God Descending Spell.
With a few muttered incantations, an object flew towards Quincy from an unknown origin, landing securely in his grasp.
It was the beast-head staff!
Quincy had left the staff in the outside world to summon heavenly thunder and ward off ghosts, but it also served as the key to activate the Blood Ritual Magic Array.
Owen’s facial muscles twitched slightly, a subtle indication of his internal turmoil.
This meant that Finn and the others had already been sacrificed.
"I will have your life!" Owen spat out these words, his eyes burning with unbridled rage.
Quincy, with a twisted smile, responded, "You catch on quickly. My original plan was to have you entangled with the black protodragon and then sacrifice you. But since you fled, your companions will have to bear the brunt of this deadly curse in your stead."
Leaping into action, Owen channeled his arcanergy, his resolve set on killing Quincy.
At that moment, a beam of white light, having evaded the black protodragon’s assault, suddenly veered towards them.
Owen’s heart skipped a beat.
This was the orb of divine light, something he desperately wanted to avoid at all costs.
He had a premonition of danger, a warning that something horrendous would transpire should the orb enter his body.
However, the white light represented the descent of a deity, and no one could obstruct its selection of a suitable vessel.
Owen’s body coursed with arcanergy at full speed, attempting to keep the divine light at bay.
Yet, the light faced no resistance, plunging directly into Owen’s mouth.
His eyes, once ablaze with a fiery golden-red fury, became instantly vacant, his rage extinguished in a moment of unforeseen shock.
Everyone, caught off guard, was completely stunned.
Down in the city, Quincy’s eyes widened in disbelief.
Why would the divine light, forsaking the perfectly viable Stanbeck, choose Owen instead?
And why did it take such a circuitous route, nearly intercepted by the black protodragon?
Speaking of which, the massive form of the black protodragon began to move towards Owen.
Boyd’s eyelids twitched in panic, and he bolted.
It was evident that the divine orb of light was anathema to the black protodragon.
Now that it had entered Owen, did that not make him the beast’s archenemy?
Anyone near Owen now risked the wrath of the black protodragon’s thunderous assault.
Just then, the creature perched atop the city gate, puffing up its cheeks, seemingly ready to unleash a fiery breath.
At that moment, a bizarre bird landed next to the black protodragon, cawing chaotically.
It was unclear how these two different species communicated, but the protodragon’s eyes shifted, indicating a change of mind.
Its cheeks deflated slightly.
Circling Owen twice, as if sizing him up, the protodragon then opened its massive jaws, seemingly intent on swallowing Owen whole.
...
The suddenness of the white light’s appearance left Owen momentarily stunned, unable to react.
By the time he gathered his wits to resist with his arcanergy, the light, unimpeded, had already entered his mouth.
His mind went blank for a few seconds, his vision filled with what seemed like a flurry of white snowflakes.
Then, abruptly, his sight cleared, and Owen found himself in a free fall, plummeting downwards.
Bizarrely, a dark shadow loomed above him, descending at an even faster rate.
In the blink of an eye, this entity crashed onto him.
Despite being less than twenty centimeters away, it remained shrouded in darkness, its shape and contours indistinct.
Owen couldn’t discern what kind of creature it was, but within the shadows, four red flames flickered like eyes.
Four eyes?
Owen still had the presence of mind to ponder over this oddity.
Facing these fiery orbs, he hardly regarded this entity as a friendly presence.
He tried to mobilize his arcanergy, intending to retaliate, but his body was as unresponsive as an ordinary dragon devoid of any skills.
The four-eyed creature was quicker.
Its slender, segmented legs, resembling those of a stick insect, pierced into Owen’s chest in an instant.
A scream of agony escaped his lips, the pain unbearable.
It was a torment that reached deep into his soul, reminiscent of the excruciating pain he had endured during the Race Transformation ceremony when the power of the Gold Divine Dragon nearly tore his body apart.
That pain was the most intense Owen had ever felt, but the current agony surpassed it.
It was as if a blunt knife was scraping back and forth across his soul, then thrust into a grinder for relentless crushing and torment.
Such a sensation was beyond human endurance.
Owen, not one to resign to fate, struggled despite his inability to summon arcanergy.
His physical strength remained, and he raised his fist, striking hard into the shadow.
Yet, the impact felt as though he was hitting a gigantic marshmallow - soft and yielding, offering no resistance to leverage his strength against.
It was utterly ineffective, a futile display of Owen’s impotent rage.
The shadow continued its advance, and Owen found himself powerless to stop it.
The next second, he crashed heavily onto the ground, the surroundings shifting to a modern and familiar scene.
Beside him stood lockers, the place where his classmates stored their clothes.
With a loud "thud," Owen collided against the lockers, the shadow before him now morphing into a leopard.
The beast had long, menacing fangs, with drool dripping incessantly from its jaws.
Its paws were firmly planted on Owen’s chest, its coarse fangs inching closer to his neck.
Memories flooded back to Owen.
This was a scene from his school days, back when his school neighbored a forest.
One day, inexplicably, a leopard had wandered from the forest into the school, even venturing into the boys’ locker room.
Owen had been cornered by Roger and his cronies.
Leaning against the locker, Owen watched the leopard approach Roger with the grace and lightness of a cat.
There was only a flicker of shock in his eyes before he calmed down.
A thought had crossed his mind then: if the leopard devoured Roger and his friends, it would be satiated, and Owen could escape unscathed.
This idea had naturally surfaced in his mind at the time.
Reflecting on it now, it seemed profoundly unsettling.
For a student to harbor such a calm and calculating thought was unnerving.
At the time, Roger, unaware of what Owen was staring at, turned around only to freeze in place at the sight of the leopard.
His lackeys were equally petrified.
The appearance of a leopard in the locker room was a scenario so terrifying it seemed unbelievable, yet there it was, unfolding before everyone’s eyes.
The leopard suddenly leaped forward, and while Roger and his companions dodged, Owen was pinned down.
Back then, the situation was resolved by the late arrival of the school police, as a gunshot rang out and the leopard’s mouth gushed blood, splattering Owen.
This time, however, the scenario unfolded differently.
The leopard pressed down on Owen’s shoulders, with Roger and his friends scattered around, their legs trembling slightly, their faces etched with panic.
"The situation has changed," Owen thought to himself, "What should I do now?"
The leopard’s eyes gleamed as it viciously bit down.
Suddenly, a golden light erupted from Owen’s body, and a dragon emerged, its massive tail striking the leopard’s soft flank.
The creature let out a wail and was sent flying. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢
Turning around, Owen saw a Divine Gold Dragon hovering behind him.
Roger and his friends stood with their mouths agape, shocked either by the appearance of the Divine Gold Dragon or by Owen’s powerful blow that sent the leopard flying.
Owen furrowed his brow, his eyes filled with confusion.
"What does this scene mean?" he wondered.
"Could it be that a phantom of the Gold Divine Dragon appeared behind me in the locker room, terrifying the leopard and buying time for the school police to kill it?"
The more Owen thought about it, the more bizarre it seemed.
When the leopard was shot, it should have crashed into him, pressing him against the metal lockers.
With the leopard weighing over two hundred pounds and moving at high speed, a collision would normally result in broken bones.
But back then, he was unharmed, the leopard lying in his arms like a beloved pet, its mouth oozing hot blood.
"Was I different even then?" Owen blinked, pondering.
The leopard he had punched turned into a shadow, whimpering before shrinking and vanishing into thin air.
Turning back to get a better look at the phantom of the Divine Gold Dragon, Owen suddenly felt the world spinning, his vision darkening once again.
...
Owen blinked, still reeling from the recent events.
In his line of sight, something loomed larger and larger - were those... huge fangs?
Again, the leopard.
With a furrowed brow and a swift shake of his body, Owen spun out like a whirlwind, landing gracefully on the ground.
He faced the black protodragon with a cold voice, "You really are heartless, aren’t you? Turning your back as soon as the deed is done. To think I fought Quincy for your sake."
He was, of course, referring to Quincy.
The black protodragon, however, paid no heed to Owen, turning instead to chase after the white light.
The light, having met its defeat on Owen, finally remembered Stanbeck.
Quincy, who had been previously filled with despair, now saw a glimmer of hope as the white light returned.
He eagerly held up Stanbeck like an offering.
At last, the two merged.
