School Transmigration: I, Chosen as the Saint by Dragons at the Start-Chapter 125 --Heading to Frigid Summit Harbor

There were nine people in total, eight men and one woman, standing in a line.

However, one of the men particularly stood out.

His body was as straight and solid as a door, square and muscular, not resembling a magus at all.

Does the Grand Magus Academy also have warriors? Owen wondered, standing before them and greeting, "Owen, right?"

"Yes," Owen replied.

"Come here," the man beckoned Owen to his side.

"Let me introduce myself. I’m Roy."

"Nice to meet you," Owen responded.

Roy smiled at the group, "I guess there’s no need for a detailed introduction for the person next to me, everyone should know him."

"Of course," a man with a square face and warm smile said, "I’m Jonathan. Owen, I’ve heard a lot about you."

Jonathan was clearly a master-tier, but the aura he emitted wasn’t as warm as his smile.

His presence carried an air of somberness, evidently a man experienced in battle.

The remaining seven introduced themselves, and everyone quickly warmed up to each other.

Being here meant none of them were fools.

Although Owen was only a second-year student, no one underestimated his strength, and naturally, no one dared to provoke him.

Roy clapped his hands and announced loudly, "Everyone, quiet down. You should all be clear about why you’re here."

"Academy competition," Jonathan said in a deep voice.

"Right," Roy said seriously.

"This time, the format of the academy competition is different. I need to explain it to you in detail."

The group remained silent as Roy continued, "You all might have heard about the previous academy competitions. Most were held in arenas with designated referees overseeing the fights. Although there were instances of bloodshed, fatalities were generally avoided."

"The higher-ups of the four major Magic Academies were not satisfied with this."

Owen’s eyelids twitched slightly at this revelation, realizing the human race kingdoms placed great emphasis on the cultivation of talent.

Forcing students to experience bloodshed and the scent of death was a stark indicator of this.

Roy paused, his gaze sweeping over each person’s face, noting the lack of agitation before he continued, "This traditional arena-style combat is too academic and lacks the realism of actual combat situations. The participants can’t fully unleash their true power."

"Thus, recent editions of the academy competitions have undergone changes, incorporating real combat scenarios. This allows you to fully engage, but one year, the competition involved sending talented students into a secret realm. The outcome was dire, with over seventy percent of participants from various academies dying."

"This plan was shelved once again. After all, everyone here is a prodigy. Dying in battle for the human race is one thing—I believe you would all willingly make that sacrifice. But to die in such a competition is not what you would want." 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"Therefore, this edition of the academy competition has changed its format again. Your power of soul will be extracted and enter the secret realm, where you can act freely. You’ll experience pain and death just like in reality... but without the risk of actual death. You need to prepare yourselves."

Jonathan, eager to test his mettle, said in a low voice, "We are all prepared."

"Very good," Roy nodded emphatically.

"However, we don’t have much information about this secret realm’s location. It will rely heavily on your accumulated knowledge. So, I suggest that in this period, not only should you refine your spells, but you should also read more to understand the mysteries. It’s very likely that the secret realm this time may replicate scenarios from hundreds or even thousands of years ago."

"Yes," the group responded loudly, showing no fear.

"You have seven days to prepare. You are dismissed now."

The group dispersed, and Owen, after gathering basic information from Jonathan, left as well.

...

Seven days passed.

Owen stepped out of the academy, this time without anyone accompanying him.

He didn’t want to draw too much attention; after all, his teammates also didn’t bring any maids or attendants.

After Roy counted the attendees, everyone boarded a magical chariot.

This chariot resembled a majestic steed striding upon clouds, crafted from wood that seemed ordinary but contained mysterious powers.

Its body was carved with complex runes, each stroke seemingly infused with ancient wisdom and magic.

The wheels were not the usual spoke structure but were woven from soft yet sturdy vines, which seemed to flex freely with the undulations of the ground.

As Owen cautiously took his seat in this peculiar chariot, he was enveloped by a warm force, filling him with an inexplicable sense of security.

He gently grasped the ornately carved handrail in front, his heart brimming with anticipation and curiosity.

While Owen was still pondering how to operate the chariot, it began to tremble slightly.

A gentle breeze passed by, and the vine wheels below started to rotate slowly, producing a rhythmic and pleasant rustling sound.

The chariot moved smoothly along the road, as if guided by an invisible hand.

As it gained speed, the runes on the chariot began to light up one by one, twinkling like stars in the night sky.

Suddenly, a stronger gust of wind whipped up dust, and the chariot seemed to be lifted by an invisible force, with its four wheels gradually leaving the ground.

The entire chariot floated up lightly.

Owen was astonished to find that he was flying in the air! The surrounding scenery rapidly shrank, and Stellaria soon turned into a mere dot.

Brawny chuckled softly beside him, "This is the academy’s legendary-tier item – the Flying Blossom Carriage. Our journey this time is quite impressive."

He was the burly man, built like a door, named Tannis, but everyone called him "Brawny," and Owen naturally followed suit.

Owen didn’t harbor much desire for flying.

Being a dragon himself, soaring through the skies was his instinct.

His teammates, not as accustomed to flight, found the experience of flying through the air exhilarating.

Roy’s voice came through again, "Ladies and gentlemen, the location for this academy competition is Frigid Summit Harbor. It’s covered with snow and ice all year round, so you’ll need to prepare accordingly."

Frigid Summit Harbor? Owen was no longer a novice to the geographical knowledge of Novalia.

It was a border town at the junction of the Laine Kingdom, Enchantia Kingdom, and Sunrise Duchy, named after a massive harbor.

It lay adjacent to Heaven Summit, a towering peak of ten thousand meters, often regarded as the mountain closest to heaven.

Many practitioners who sought extreme challenges attempted to ascend Heaven Summit.

However, very few managed to reach its summit.

With his experience in Gosa Waters, Owen was filled with anticipation for this upcoming academy competition.

...

Frigid Summit Harbor, nestled at the foot of the majestic Heaven Summit, is like a gem carefully sculpted by nature.

This quaint harbor town, encircled by mountains blanketed in perennial snow, is isolated yet possesses a unique warmth and vitality.

Heaven Summit stands like a guardian deity over this land, its peak soaring into the clouds, perennially draped in a thick coat of snow, shining with a dazzling brilliance.

At dawn, the first rays of sunlight pierce through the thin layer of clouds, casting a golden hue over Frigid Summit Harbor.

Fishermen busily prepare for their day, moving between the docked fishing boats, unloading the day’s catch, or mending their nets.

Seagulls circle overhead, their sharp cries seeming to welcome the new day.

As the sun climbs higher, the mountaintop reflects a blinding light, making Heaven Summit appear even more majestic and mysterious.

The shadows of the mountains slowly recede, revealing hidden paths and untouched natural beauty.

The town’s houses, constructed of wood and stone, have rooftops covered in snow, with wisps of smoke curling from chimneys, emanating the warmth of home.

In the afternoon, the sunlight softens, shining on the calm waters of the harbor, creating a glittering effect.

Children play and frolic on the shore, their laughter breaking the surrounding tranquility.

Merchants start displaying a variety of goods in the market, from fresh seafood to exquisite handicrafts, attracting customers from near and far.

As evening approached and the sun set in the west, Frigid Summit Harbor was bathed in a warm, orange-red glow.

Fishermen returned home, enjoying dinners prepared by their families after a day’s hard work.

At this time, the distant Heaven Summit seemed particularly tranquil, as if reminding the world that no matter how things change, it will always stand steadfast.

In fact, Heaven Summit has done just that, with a history spanning ten thousand years.

Night fell, and twinkling lights illuminated Frigid Summit Harbor, reflecting off the brilliant starry sky.

In this remote and peaceful corner, Heaven Summit stood quietly in the night, like an eternal sentinel.

Arcane energies’ bright lights streaked across the still night sky as magical carriages converged towards Frigid Summit Harbor.

It was as if the isolated port in the snowy realm suddenly welcomed outsiders, shattering its harmonious and warm atmosphere.

The Flying Blossom Carriage glided across the ground like a snow sled before coming to a halt.

Roy dismounted first, only to be greeted by a jeering laugh: "Roy, are you here to embarrass yourself again this year?"

Roy’s face darkened instantly: "Laitemor, your mouth is as foul as ever."