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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 · Fantasie
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The Final Challenge

Redakteur: EndlessFantasy Translation

"Lady Swordmistress, we're going to win!"

The 200 members of the Holy Sword adventurer team and the clone army were engaged in a chaotic conflict on the battlefield where Christina was; the Holy Sword adventurer team was winning.

Only a few dozen members sustained injuries, but more than half of the cloned army had been destroyed. The ground was splattered with blood, and shattered weapons and armor were strewn everywhere. They were unmistakably clones, yet they had looked so real when they died.

"We haven't won until we've destroyed all the enemies. Everyone, don't let down your guard."

Christina stood in front of everyone and calmly directed her subordinates to create a three or four-person team. They sliced into the enemy's formation like sharp blades, ripping it apart progressively.