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 260: Rumors and Clash… True vs. False…

"Dany, did you hear the rumors?"

"What rumors are you talking about?" Chugging his alcohol…

"Ai, I forgot you had to serve your wife for these seven days and didn't watch the wide broadcast… sigh… Your life stinks. You just lost a lot of shocking news that resounded all over the continent."

The middle-aged man named Oscar shook his head in sympathy, knowing how frightening his own older sister was, especially after his dumb friend married her out of love at first sight, putting an end to their unscrupulous drinking because her sister would march to the tavern to pull his friend if the scheduled time was forgotten.

Looking at his friend up and down, scrutinizing his body, he shook his head in sympathy, feeling that women were really frightening because even his friend, a renowned warrior of the city, had been tamed, or, to put it another way, leashed like a puppy.