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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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"What the Hell Is This?"

One of the bandits stared blankly at the sky as his face trembled.

"Am...am I seeing things?"

The other bandit rubbed his eyes until his eyes became red and swollen.

They heard someone in the sky say that Allen's strength was not good enough, and they had thought that the person was bragging. However, it seemed like the other party had told the truth.

"These people are all silver-tier warriors?"

Sven stared blankly at the sky. He was dumbfounded as he stared at the dozens of silver-tier warriors. Where did so many people come from? Were all the silver-tier warriors at the border there?

Run.

The first thought that came to his mind was to run. Sven turned his head, leaned on his cane, and limped back into the bandit gangs.