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

Zion roused, sensing the anomaly happening on the continent.

'The disruption of space and time—is it a folding of space an instant transmission? This disruption had a side effect on the environment.'

Zion quietly rose from the bed, not wanting to disturb Elenia, Athena, or Stela's rest.

Standing before the oriel window, Zion's eyes emitted an invisible glow under the bright moonlight, harnessing the power of the Garenia Continent and his empire's eyes.

His senses swiftly traveled thousands of kilometers as if he were physically present; moreover, his command over the continent allowed him to access history records, enabling him to view events and scenes from a few hours ago or months.

'Play,' Zion commanded in his mind. A projection was instantly played before his senses: a middle-aged man with silver hair and beard, deep blue eyes, and a monocle on his left eye appeared.

Chapter 397: Sense