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

Wopole didn't dare to contradict, bowing his head even deeper.

The grand elder was a sage, the true ruler of this continent, not someone a mere grandmaster could defy.

"What are you planning to do?" the grand elder continued to inquire.

Wopole glanced at Roger, gritting his teeth before asking, "Saint, did you really steal the Dragon Slaying Pillar?"

Roger nodded, his smile bright, "Indeed, I found the object quite intriguing and wanted to study it."

Boom— A thunderclap exploded in Wopole's mind.

He had thought Roger might maintain some pretense, but he hadn't expected such a shameless admission.

"Saint," Wopole's face turned pale, "that is the dragons' reverse scale.

They will spare no effort to trouble us."

Roger's face grew serious, a rarity, as he stated, "Grandmaster Wopole, the divine might of the dragons is not as apparent nowadays.

Perhaps now is an opportune moment for us."

Chapter151-The Prelude to an Epic War Decree