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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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Hear me O great throne

Zion gazes at the spirit ancestor mischievously as he ponders how to make the spirit ancestor submit to him without resisting and fighting him to the death.

After all, he had the power to kill them inside his castle space.  

But, with everything working in his favor, why would he continue with his plan to murder the already dead people?

He would just make them his spirit for the throne; that would be far more beneficial than gaining ample experience from them. 

'Gaia, do you have an idea to make them submit to me?"

Zion asked, hoping to have an answer from Gaia, who was known as the all-knowing system.

["_"] Looking at his host, Gaia's poker interface had a seriously shady appearance.

[Yes, I have an answer for that host, but it would ultimately depend on your understanding and response.]

'Wait, are you going to say the throne?' Zion said it with a serious expression.