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

Within the chaotic dimension, dark and gloomy spirit knights and mages were engaged in battle against a dozen battle angels and a kid, with magic and swords clashing.

The chaotic dimension responds to the power as it instantly evaporates an unsuspecting battle angel, destroying his body and soul.

The battle angel didn't even have a chance to cry out in pain. His negligence caused his very existence.

In contrast, the spirit knights and mages fought more cautiously, preferring to die at the hands of the battle angels rather than be struck by the chaotic space. They turned into a cold, dark mist and returned to the castle's wooden throne to preserve what remained of them.

Although the holy swords, whips, and spells of the battle angels were painful and dangerous, they were far preferable than the instant death inflicted by the chaotic space.

Chapter 390: Status of a God