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 368: Tournament: Spirit Light

Standing in the exclusive VIP room of the Light Empire, the Pope Emperor expressed his awe towards Silva's spirit item awakening, where all lights burst and gathered for the wielder to use in the fight.

Right now, Silva's awakening instantly brought forth all the light of faith and belief from the surroundings, causing these small floating lights to envelop the entire city.

The lights, each as large as a squash ball, continuously emerged from the bodies of everyone who believed and had faith in Silva.

The lights were harmless to touch, and anyone who did would experience a soothing sensation that relieved stress and fatigue from their body.

"The spirit embodies the beliefs of our Light Empire. What an incredible awakening," Bisca mumbled. Touching the dazzling light ball, he immediately burst into excitement, a sensation he hadn't experienced in a long time.