I am the super-duper wooden throne system

Creek... dag... shuasshh ship creaking sound and waves hitting the ship's wooden body

[Ding... After a thorough examination, the unknown substance was identified as water of corrosion.

Containing the unknown substance inside the body in 3... 2... 1... substance contained, recalculating the new life expectancy of the host... Bing... life expectancy one year, sending the best cure list to the host brain to find the available cure, reawakening the host consciousness.

Welcome back, host "....."]

Uhmmm….

Opening his eyes, Zion was not surprised to see a wooden ceiling and the sound of waves, wood creaking footsteps, and the loud noise of people talking and laughing, as he knew that maybe his too-proud father had already ordered his men to throw him in the ship cell to be shipped far away from his noble empire.

From what he observed in his room, which can be called the prison room of the ship, there is a wooden chamber pot toilet used for nocturnal use to relieve oneself, a worn-out leather bag containing two white rug clothes and pants used by peasants, and a small leather pouch containing two gold, five silver, and one hundred copper coins beside it.

'At least give your prison room some bed. My back hurts,' sigh

Bang, creeeek, dang, shua...

"I forgot I was on a ship. For now, let's stay seated and wait for the ship to dock.

At least those royals didn't become total jerks and kill me when I was unconscious.

Hays, Zion, you and your mother really had a rough life.

But you don't have to worry because those royals will pay for what they've done. I will make sure of that.

I hope you and your mother meet in the afterlife.

No man will tolerate someone speaking ill of their mother. "

After speaking to himself, or to be exact, to his own body, Zion gave a short prayer while he gestured the sign of the cross of Christianity.

Yes, he was a Christian, as his whole family was a Christian. Even though he doesn't believe too much in God, he still fears the unknown, and his family has engraved the Christian prayer and gestures ever since he was born.

Well, it's not that bad after all. Having belief and fear is what makes us human.

This is also what gives us the courage to be spiritually active in life.

All humans have their own beliefs.

After the short prayer, he finally opened his eyes again and made a serious expression, saying something deep within his mind.

'System'

[Ding... host?]

"Oh, a responsive system that really can answer me nicely."

Before Zion could talk, the system berated him as if he was a woman who was being offended by being compared to another.

[host, please don't compare me to the other novels you've read; they're complete garbage in comparison to me; if you say that again, I'll find another host; don't think you're a unique host; I just don't have a choice, hmm].

"Pfft... ah, are you a system or a human inside a system?"

[Of course, I'm a system. What do you think? I'm a computer in your world that is too unresponsive and uninteractive and keeps crashing.

I'm a super interactive system that every knowledge and power in the universe can't be compared to as I surpassed them all]

"System, you're more haughty than my prideful father, huh?"

[It's just your imagination, host]

Zion felt that his head was breaking each time he interacted with his haughty system, or is his system called a haughty system now?

"What kind of system are you?"

[Ding... I am glad that you asked, as I just bonded with the host when he was screaming like a lady and was not focused on me.

I thought this would happen... so I would forgive you, host.

Now listen attentively I am the super-duper wooden throne system and the only one of my kind in this vast multi-worlds; be thankful you're bonded with me;)]

"..." Zion

"Say what wooden? Why a wooden throne, of all objects?

Now let me guess, your throne is also a rocking chair, no?

Am I old or something to you? when I died, I was just 23 years old"

"...." system [are you insulting me, host?]

"Nope, it's just your imagination."

When Zion heard the system's explanation, he couldn't help but grumble some words out.

Of all the systems, why a wooden chair or something?

It could have been better if he could have had a spatial farming system like Zhao hai Buda, the sovereign system of King Ben, or much better, the supreme system.

As he stared at the blue, transparent screen, he couldn't help but regret it again.

'Of all the golden finger systems, why this one? 'Aish... my head aches'

Zion holds his head like an idiot and stares at the transparent blue screen with a face like this.

"..."

[host, I feel like you're belittling me. Do you want to die that badly? I can grant you that by destroying your soul]

"Pfff, haha, I love you system, you're the best. Forget the novel, you are one of a kind and will only be my one. Will you marry me?"

"....." System

[I'd rather get destroyed than marry you, host]

Zion immediately did a dogeza and said flowery words to the system.

Who wouldn't if their soul was destroyed? That would mean no reincarnation or other form of existence ever again.

"...." Zion was crying in his heart even though the system rejected his proposal.

It destroyed his confidence in spirit and in his looks.

Then what about the elves? Does he still have a shot at getting a wifey elf?

"Well, enough system.

Jokes aside, what can you do? I mean, your functions that I need to know. "

[Well said, host; as your most dependable and gorgeous system, I will notify you; please say "enter castle"]

"Hmm? Enter Castle"

Zmmmmmm.....

In an instant, Zion was enveloped by light and disappeared into the ship. When he opened his eyes again, he was inside a shack-wooden house in the late medieval era, with only a candle lighting the room and a wooden chair in the upper center of the room.

'System, where is the castle? This is a shack, a wooden house?'