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 121: Final Night Celebration

"Drink more. Come on, gulp it all down, kid, hahaha."

"Looks like the kid is going to be a man soon, haha."

Every promoted knight was wearing their magnificent bronze armor as they celebrated. They laughed out loud, not thinking about any concerns.

"Uncle, this isn't fair. You're shoving the alcohol. Do you want me to die that quickly without having had the chance to enjoy my knighthood?"

Alfonse stood at the table, shouting, his face flushed, indicating that he was already inebriated.

"Puhaha, kid, your tolerance for alcohol is too weak. Come down and sit first. Let this uncle teach you the proper way of not getting drunk."

"Uncle, you bastard, come. I will show I can drink more than you."

"Hey, hey, this kid is really brave, haha."