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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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Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Watson meekly waved his hand in response to Lilith's appreciation. "Blackmoon Castle's appearance is still far from what I had expected. I want Blackmoon Castle to be as indestructible as a mountain. No one would be able to withstand our tremendous strike if we were to attack.

Watson's words were firm and decisive.

The Pen of Truth flew out of his body as soon as he finished speaking. Sylvan and the others near him took a quick step back and covered their arms, fearful of being drained dry by the pen.

The Pen of Truth was unconcerned about them at the moment. Instead, it curved its shaft toward Watson and wrote a line of blood-red words in midair. [Great Master, according to my humble judgment, everything you said is valid and can be realized! Do you think I am right?]

'Right, my foot.'