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 moved briskly through the palace corridors, trailed by his generals Ashanil, Silva, Purple, and Clay. They wore vibrant magic armor that symbolized their spirits and skills as the Eternal Emperor's most formidable knights.

Zion wore a formal suit with a white shirt, black trousers, a black trench coat, and white gloves. His gray hair, tinged with black, gently fluttered in the wind while his gray eyes shone with excitement and worry.

The two primary butterflies in his eyes subtly fluttered their wings, reflecting his inner emotions, even though his outward demeanor and expression remained calm.

As Zion and his generals turned into the left corridor, they noticed a few maids standing by the door, their emotions—worry, excitement, and fear—palpable in the air.

Chapter 405: Child...