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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

Outside Blackmoon Town.

Outside the high walls made of obsidian gold, hundreds of bandit gang members in different attires were waving their swords with all their might as they hacked the wall in front of them while they hummed a ballad.

"We are bandits, great bandits. We have seen mountains of knives and seas of fire, as well as fascinating treasures..."

It was obvious that the bandits were from three different camps based on their attire. 

One group was in green-gray robes with a blade tied to the end of the robe. An old man with a white beard and hair and a cane in his hand stood in front of that group. The other group was in sky-blue armor with lightning and dark clouds embroidered on it, and their leader carried two scimitars on his back. The last group was women in black robes and black masks. The leader wore a completely different rabbit mask.