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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 177: Numbers

Chapter 177: Numbers

"Leader, there are only a few hundred subjects left in Rock City."

"Good, find and kill them. We need to pick up the pace."

"Understood." 

A bald man in a black robe with the number ninety visible on his forehead stared at the burning buildings.

Ninety did not express any other emotions through his actions while he stood at the top of the tallest structure. He simply watched as the city was consumed by flames, explosions, and screams of pain and misery. Before providing the necessary commands, he would sometimes contact the hidden guards, who knew the ins and outs of the city, if he thought the plans needed to be adjusted.

"Did Ninety-seven report back on his completion?"

"Leader, he didn't. Sir Ninety-seven has not responded to our calls for some time now."

"Then adjust the distribution of the noble's private soldiers and dispatch some of your subordinates to check on Ninety-seven's situation."