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 175: The Wiseman's Realization and Shock

"This surge of power and control, it seems Genoa has used her strongest spell."

The Wiseman mumbled, his gaze drawn to the dark clouds and overwhelming blue lightning that had just been deflected by One.

"Her strength is still as strong as ever. It looks like she was determined to kill her opponent in an instant."

The Wiseman clutched his severed left hand as he cast his healing spell again. Feeling the pain for the second time, he hadn't expected his opponent to be so dangerous that even if his domain sense was activated, his hand would still be crippled.

For the first time, he felt that Atlas was no different from a king.

To add more, Atlas was still mysterious, having founded an organization that lurked in his kingdom for years. He didn't know if Atlas observed him in the darkness while scheming to be this fast and knowledgeable about his movements.