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

Stanbeck, with an air of indifference, didn't even spare Boyd a glance.

Around him, a shield of blue light materialized, effortlessly deflecting the barrage of lightning.

Boyd, with a bitter smile tugging at his lips, acknowledged the futility of a physical confrontation.

Engaging Stanbeck in close combat would only lead to his own demise, while Stanbeck would surely emerge unscathed.

Such a battle, if it could even be called that, would last no more than a fleeting second.

Boyd sighed deeply, resigning himself to this grim reality.

Suddenly, the distant rumble of thunder broke his train of thought, sounding like a tidal wave of steel surging forward.

Boyd, momentarily startled, turned his gaze towards the horizon.

"Could that be Owen casting a thunder-based spell from afar?" he wondered aloud.

Quincy, too, furrowed his brows in concentration, peering into the distance.

What they saw next was a sight to behold.

Chapter108-The Onslaught of the Ambition Army