Quick, Hubby, All Aboard - Chapter 48 - Furtive Plan (2)

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!]

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Ye Xiao was a superior cultivator in his previous life. The three factions of the realm kill millions of people every time they attempt to seize cultivation resources. Wealthy towns turn to wastelands in just a single night. They cover up their crime with an assertion that the towns were suffering from pestilence and disasters.

A normal office worker, Toru Minasuki, was swallowed up by a dimensional fissure and reincarnated into a different world. Upon reincarnation, Toru was given a [skill board] by God. Make the most of it to acquire all the necessary skills! Even though he is an “inferior person,” he’ll make his way to the top!

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…