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 363: Tournament: The Art...

"What an intense battle! The heroes have once again shown why they deserve their title!" Ente exclaimed in excitement as he watched the heroes surround General Rill with their sheer strength and abilities, both in the air and on the ground.

"Can everyone see the heroes' incredible skills? The first fight showcased their explosive speed in close combat. Now, the second fight highlights their mastery over their legendary abilities."

The continuous stream of magical explosions generated dense smoke that enveloped the area where Rill was positioned.

The explosion was so powerful that it made the spectators shudder and gave them the idea that the arena's barrier might shatter under the relentless barrage.

"Mark, halt your attack. I sense a tremendous energy within the thick smoke," Denvil cautioned, his body's ice growing denser as he observed the smoke.