Sesame_Cookies

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!]

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

As the words fell, Oliver unleashed his longsword, the epic-tier Sonic Dart.

Enveloped in flames and resonating with a magical hum, it fiercely struck towards Chrisman.

Chrisman, drawing his own sword in a rage akin to a wounded lion, roared,

"Audacious! How dare you attack me!"

The two instantly engaged in combat.

Their figures, interweaving under the temple's luminous glow, created a mesmerizing dance of swords and flames.

Each move and form they executed brimmed with power and elegance, like a silent ballet.

Yet behind this dance lurked a deadly struggle; each strike could tip the scales of life and death. Victory meant survival, defeat spelled demise.

Finn, trembling lips and eyes wide with disbelief, murmured, "How did it come to this? Are brothers truly destined to clash in battle? Didn't our father set rules for us?"

Owen's cold snort pulled Finn back from his shock.

Chapter63- The Most Primitive Form of Combat