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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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The Fusion of Gold-tier Gloves

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

It was not only Lucas, but the rest of the men in the caravan, Zeke, and Zenoah were also stunned.

If silver-tier equipment was trash, what about those who did not even have any bronze-tier equipment? Was their equipment worse than trash?

Plus, why did those people say? They were all silver warriors. How was that possible? There were not that many silver-tier elites at the entire border, right?

"Did those guys brag because they saw us coming?"

Lucas could not help but mutter in his heart. He had heard that some noblemen would deliberately show off their best side when they had guests. Some of the poor noblemen would even borrow money to hold a banquet to regain their dignity.

Lucas thought that it might be the same situation with Blackmoon Castle. Then, he noticed that the guard who had said that silver-tier weapons were trash had left the training field. A moment later, he returned with a box of weapons.