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

Venturing past the serene landscapes of Arzenia's plain clouds, azure skies, and vast expanse, delving into the realm of chaotic dimensional space.

Inside the majestic Divine God Palace special room…

"Another change occurred in the Garenia Continent… Hmm... The recently crowned emperor proves far more complex than I anticipated, particularly with the aura of emperors mysteriously permeating throughout the continent."

A pair of red and blue heterochromia eyes glance at the map of the Arzenia world, especially the location of the Garenia Continent, which turns blurred, becoming unreadable, unpredictable, and visible to the god's eyes.

He rhythmically tapped his throne, its shadowy form mirroring his deep contemplation, as he grappled with thoughts revolving around the identity of the mysterious new emperor, whose emergence posed significant challenges to their plan.

Chapter 347: Interest