Night_of_Dreams

Zion Freese died while sitting in a wooden chair in the bus stop station after accidentally getting hit by a truck. 

He thought it was the end, but unknowingly he transmigrated and became Zion Altaria, the illegitimate son of King Lionel Altaria, the ruler of the Terun empire, the strongest empire on the continent of Garenia… 

Because his mother was branded a slave, he was known to defame and dilute the bloodline of the royal family. He was the king’s greatest disgrace because of his very existence. The king had sinned against his ancestor.

 When he turned 15, his brothers and sister set him up, which led the King/father to seethe in anger, ordering the guard to throw him in a ship and banishing him to never return to the kingdom.
 If he ever does so, he will be killed immediately.

Darn that I just transmigrated and this is the first thing I experience no shit Sherlock... screw your empire...

Ding... congratulations to the host on obtaining the wooden throne system. 
"So, what if I’m banished to never return?
I intend to use my system to create my own territory that those royals will envy.
Let me sit on my wooden throne and savor this moment Hahaha " 

"The journey of conquering starts with me. Hail me, the king. Cool Hahaha"

[Tsk… Good for you, host]

"...." Zion

"...." system

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In Another World with My Wooden Throne System

Chapter 107: Inner Area, High-Level Ogres

"You did a good job surviving for fifteen days. I applaud your courage to even try to enter the inner area of the forest with only a two- to three-star level of cultivation."

When Zion saw the Haggard soldiers in front of him, he smiled. He couldn't help but notice that this inexperienced and veteran warrior from earlier had become stronger as a result of their continuous fight with the ogres.

Their speed, precision, coordination, understanding, and mentality have changed to those of elite soldiers.

They even outperform elites because their senses have sharpened, particularly their hearing and seeing senses, which are now capable of distinguishing sound and seeing in the dark as if it were day.

Senses can be the most difficult to regulate and grow. After all, there is no right way to cultivate or truly sense your own senses if your strengths are not on the fourth level.