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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 · Fantasía
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Chapter 117: New Information

Chapter 117: New Information

Zion and the others returned to the castle.

They eventually turned at Silva, whose eyes were gleaming as he stared left and right at the castle. He approached Ashanil with a smile and asked several questions, displaying an interested look at everything.

Silva first wishes to make friends with the others, but when he discovers Ashanil is similar to him, he quickly smiles with joy and hugs his fellow chosen one.

Ashanil didn't exploit Silva's enthusiasm because he understood they were both picked to accompany the young king.

Rather, he smiled and answered Silva's query about how he came and their lives following the young king in great detail.

The problem of housing, food, and the recruitment of soldiers on the mysterious island

And how they had to make do with what they had because they were so far from any other continents before.