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

As the sun rises, the magical birds of Arzenia begin their song, heralding the splendid new day and the fresh beginning for the world.

Their melodious chorus fills the air, a symphony of enchantment that awakens the land. The light of dawn spreads across Arzenia, casting a golden glow over lush forests and sparkling rivers. Every creature stirs with renewed energy, embracing the promise of a day brimming with possibilities. As the morning mist lifts, the vibrant colors of the landscape come alive, reflecting the harmonious spirit of this magical realm.

Within the throne hall of the Eternal Palace, Zion sat on his throne, reading documents from his officials. Beside him stood his trusted right-hand man, the venerable Archduke Gerard, whom he held in high regard.

"Your Majesty, I understand the reasoning for testing the hero's current capabilities, but..."

Chapter 359: Contemplation