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 255: The Day of Execution…

[Day seven, 7/7, the day of execution]

At the very heart of the known Eternal Capital, people from different walks of life could be observed rushing in the same direction, attempting to take the front-row seat (stand view) to watch history.

In the center of the plaza, a hundred knights stood guard at the front, wearing bronze magic armor, with solemn expressions while looking at their front and observing thousands of people of various ages standing on the other side of the barriers, ready to watch the event as they made noises expressing different emotions and views.

Behind the knights were the chosen high-level soldiers, who were also assigned to keep guard encircling the execution platform, which stood fifteen meters high and four meters wide.

The space of the platform ensured that the individual on top could freely move around and fulfill their duties.