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

Ashanil covered his eyes, worriedly looking at the bright light in the sky as he grabbed the handle of his sword while feeling the enhancement slowly strengthening his body.

'I need to eliminate the stronger ones to ensure Silva's safety,' he thought as lights appeared from his eyes with unfathomable killing intent before glancing at the hundred thousand enemy corpses beneath their wall.

Forming a small mountain as enemy corpses pile up, baptizing their walls in the foul smell of blood as it splattered in every corner.

A few hours ago, Ashanil, Silva, Old Eight, and Old Two realized that the Terun Army didn't falter amid the dangerous, poisonous dark clouds of smoke and scorching ground. Rather, the Terun Army was persistent, ordering foot soldiers and knights to push ten large black boxes engraved in formation into the dark clouds of smoke.

Chapter 227: You're Alive!!!