Chapter 3: The Prophecy Fulfilled

Chapter 3: The Prophecy Fulfilled

"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."

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.