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 120: Night Celebration, Part 1

"Hoven, I think these clothes are a little too tight."

Zion spoke while adjusting the fitted garments Hoven had given him.

He wore black vintage raffled sleeves, block gloves, a white medieval Victorian tuxedo type, white-fitting pants, and leather high boots.

He examined himself in the mirror and felt the formal clothes were too eye-catching.

Just removing the abilities that disguised his appearance gave him the aura and beauty that women would envy.

He was handsome and, at the same time, could be called beautiful because of his fair skin, eyes, nose, and lips.

"My lord, would it be possible for you not to use your ability this time so that your people can see your true appearance?"

"What's wrong with my disguise? It's still attractive, isn't it?"

"Appearance is only half the story. What I mean is, let your people understand and learn more about the true you, my lord."