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 dozen cavalrymen, in unison, turned smoothly and precisely, a testament to their status as the elite of the elite.

Time seemed to freeze in that moment, where not being able to breathe felt inconsequential.

The ghost squad remained motionless, and the sea race warriors didn't dare even blink.

In this bizarre standoff, their hearts pounded wildly, threatening to leap out of their chests.

Stanbeck's eyelids twitched as he noticed several sea race members trembling.

He almost hissed through clenched teeth, "Don't—move—"

Immediately after, the commander of the Ambition Army, without a moment's hesitation, spurred his horse forward.

The steed's hooves pounded the ground as it charged straight ahead, followed closely by the dozen cavalrymen.

Though merely ghosts, the sound of their galloping hooves was like thunder, their killing aura tangible, exuding the momentum of a vast army.

Chapter93-The Legendary Force, Ambition Army