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

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In Another World with My Wooden Throne System

Chapter 386: Tournament End: The Signs of...

Zion observes Pope Emperor Bisca emerge from the chaotic sea. From the looks of it, the light emperor only took minor injuries from his attack.

Although Bisca healed his wounds, a bloodstain at the corner of his lips revealed that his defense had been breached.

At least enough to reach the unreachable Light Emperor.

With a sigh, Pope Emperor Bisca reverts to his form. "It appears I've lost our friendly match."

Zion smiled and also canceled his transformation. "There's no need for praise, Pope Emperor. I only won because you held back."

Hearing Zion's words, Pope Emperor Bisca silently cursed. Even in defeat, the young emperor couldn't resist rubbing it in.

Emperor Bisca was aware that his loss today did not only make him lose his face as an old emperor but also the rewards given by the gods and the few powerful heroes under his command.