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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?

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Chapter 213: Ashanil and Silva vs. Border Formation 

Chapter 213: Ashanil and Silva vs. Border Formation 

Swish… boom 

The formation created by Two, Eight, and their followers shimmered in golden lights as it rippled across the border wall, lighting up different runes and engravings every second. 

When the soldiers and knights witnessed the shimmering formation for the fourth time, they were still amazed since some of them had no knowledge of magic or formations. They wondered how these runes and engravings could produce such magical results. 

Even Ashanil and Silva were astounded by Atlas' ability to make thousands of runes and engravings with such speed, precision, and difficulty while remaining unaffected by its surroundings, with the formations changing every few seconds. 

"Deserving to be called as late emperor!" Silva commented, certain that with Atlas on their side, they would be able to solve defensive problems and repel the Terun army.