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In Another World with My Wooden Throne System

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 ......... ........ Note: English is not my first language, so please bear with me. Thank you for reading my webnovel. I hope you enjoyed it ........ Note from the author: Could you leave a review, and comment on the book?

Night_of_Dreams · Fantasy
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Chapter 289: Prison Escape P-2/3 

Chapter 289: Prison Escape P-2/3 

Cacha…

Opening the third gate of the fifth floor, which they assume is the first floor underground leading to the upper main floor, 

They not so stealthily slid the iron gates once more as their hearts pounded like drums, hearing the loud screeching sounds. 

This made their stealth move seem less sneaky, as the three gates had genuinely made their hearts pound and their eyes and the tip of their mouth twitch as they cursed. 

The screeching sound of the sliding gates was so loud that anyone near the floor would be able to hear and understand the situation. 

"Shit, why haven't those blasted jailers adjusted these troublesome gates to be silent? 

Do they enjoy messing with inmates' emotions? Shit," Blake cursed, wiping his sweat with his towel while feeling anxious and out of breath from running up the long, rotating stairs.