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

The sea surface shimmered brilliantly under the sunlight, displaying an enchanting interplay of blue and green hues.

In the distance, where the sea met the sky, the two merged into one, seemingly without any boundary.

The Delicate Miniature Ship appeared to be resting atop a pane of glass, its hull unmoved by even the slightest ripple.

Berkeley lowered the sails and called out loudly: "Mr. Owen, we are now directly above Heartstealer Island. Shall we proceed with the operation?"

Owen, dressed in a snug black outfit, nodded and said: "Let's go."

With that, he leapt from the ship without a moment's hesitation, causing a splash of water.

Finn, Erin, and Berkeley followed suit.

Morton, standing at the ship's edge, twitched his mouth in disbelief: "They're insane, truly insane. Even greedier than me. Knowing full well that the area below is controlled by the neptune race and the merfolk, they still go down..."

Chapter80-The Seahorse Race Delivers Themselves