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My Fusion System: Fusing a Thousand Chickens at the Start

Traversing into a Fantasy World, Watson became the youngest son of a run-down baron, ranked eight in the family. His mother was confined to her bed by sickness, his father was drinking all day, his brothers and sisters were not doing proper jobs, and even the family’s position of baron was on the verge of being stripped away. As the family’s decline loomed closer, Watson acquired the [Super Fusion System] out of the blue! At the family’s only remaining chicken farm, Watson conducted Fusion on the 1,000 sickly hens. “Ding, congratulations, you have fused a high-level demon beast [Pentacolor Fragrant Chicken]. Its eggs are so nutritious that they can extend one's life span and are considered a delicacy that only lords and kings can enjoy!” Watson made a huge profit out of this. Utilizing the system, he embarked on a journey of becoming a tycoon! “Ding, congratulations, you have fused 10,000 wheat heads into an ingredient that can permanently strengthen a person’s physique!” “Ding, congratulations, you have fused 10,000 kilograms of metal scrap into a Divine Weapon [Sword of the Flame Pursuer]!” “Ding, congratulations, you have fused 100,000 rats into a Divine-level Demon Pet [Sky-devouring Rat King]!” No gold coins? Fuse them! No potent potions? Fuse them! No super magic or powerful henchmen? Fuse them! From then on, Watson led his family to develop continuously in this world of swords and magic until it became an overlord!

Snow Over A Thousand Hills · Fantasy
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657 Chs

Heading To The Capital

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

"What are you doing, Sven?"

"Young Master Watson is questioning him. Aren't you disrespecting him by rushing forward?"

When Allen and Liszt, the two leaders of the Blackmoon Knights, saw Sven had run to Watson's side, they were the first to react.

Almost instantly, the two disappeared on the spot, transforming into blue waves and blue winds, respectively. They materialized beside Watson, their arms extended to stop Sven.

"Get out of my way, or don't blame me for being disrespectful to you!" Sven gritted his teeth and yelled, his eyes bloodshot.

He watched Allen and Liszt run over just as he was mulling about how to kill the already dead Moriarty. As a result, he was unable to vent his anger at the two of them.

"Are you serious, Sven?"