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 378: Tournament: Eighth Round

"Your Majesty, please forgive me, for I have failed your expectations."

"One win, one draw, five losses, the Eternal Empire shows great leniency in restraining their generals, yet the heroes remain unable to secure victories."

"I admit my mistake of not doing my best to train them. Please forgive me."

"Not doing your best? Do you believe the gods will accept your feeble excuse?" Pope Bisca's pressure quickly increased, causing High Priest Ronvel, kneeling on the floor, to bear the full force of it.

The pressure immediately damaged High-Priest Ronvel's internals as he felt it swirl and his blood surge, ready to explode if his majesty increased the force.

"I appointed you to guide, train, and instruct the heroes, ensuring they become the empire's strongest swords and shields. Yet, they are being defeated by the generals and heroes of a new empire."