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

Spells of explosions and clashing swords reverberated throughout the city.

"Cough... Your Majesty, I did everything I could to defend the city."

Dominic collapsed to his knees, utterly drained of strength. He felt exhausted, cold, and frail. His eyes grew heavy as his remaining energy ebbed away. However, he still tried to glance at the fifty pirate corpses surrounding him.

Despite being outnumbered, he refused to retreat. Like his senior officials who had perished in the Raven City disaster months earlier, he maintained his unwavering conviction as an official and former soldier who had hoped for change.

Even after seeing that they were outnumbered by 406 vs. 1200,

Dominic glanced at his chest, where a sword and a poisonous arrow had pierced him. 'Forgive me, Your Majesty, for not being strong enough to remain by your side,' he thought.

Chapter 399: Compelling...