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]

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In Another World with My Wooden Throne System

Chapter 283: Tournament: Eternal Vs. Light Emperor

Zion and Bisca danced in the sky, their sword and staff clashing with ear-piercing explosions that disrupted the flow of the sea, wind, and clouds.

They first tested each other's might by using physical attack attacks and turning into spirit spells as they observed and spoke calmly, once again creating another unbelievable move that shocked the other party.

If one were to utilize their senses, one would be able to discern that the space between the two emperors is chaotically twisting if one dares to come anywhere around five kilometers from the emperor.

Then that person would instantly turn into a blood mist, even if they were a general or a king. They wouldn't be able to withstand the power and pressure.

Chapter 383: Tournament: Eternal Vs. Light Emperor p-2