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 318: Like Father, Like Son…

Multiple explosions erupted as green sword lights, dragon-shaped fists, and golden shields surged forward one after another, relentlessly assaulting the target as it destroyed the ground.

The relentless assault transformed into a surging wave of dusk, smoke, and flames of destruction.

Amon, who was locked in by the relentless assault, couldn't help but glare and gnash his teeth in defeat as he used his forbidden spell, enhanced physical body, and high-level cultivation to avoid serious injuries.

In just two minutes of clashing with the heavenly trio of generals, Amon had already sustained a dozen injuries. Despite his efforts to evade and slow the attacks, the trio's perfect execution of spirit abilities and sheer pressure had caused him to lose ground and advantages.

Just as he was cursing the unending assault, he was once again struck by a golden shield, forcing him to roll on the ground.