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 lord looked towards the deceased faceless leader and snorted coldly, "It seems his challenge to duel you was also a ploy to buy time for our reinforcements to arrive, intending to use the poison powder on the corpses to annihilate our forces. Such a malevolent strategy, yet, fortunately, we emerged victorious from this duel."

"But we don't even know his name," Owen murmured to himself.

Owen couldn't quite define his feelings at the moment.

Anger, pity, and even respect mingled together.

To the demon army, these fallen faceless must have been heroes, even though they ultimately failed.

If he were one of the demons, would he consider them as models, raising his blade to seize land for survival?

The lord's exact words were "do not hurry on your way," but he was referring to the journey back to the city.

The old boozer understood the lord's intention clearly.

Chapter181-The Demon's Elite Troops