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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 · Fantaisie
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Encountering The Elven Army

Éditeur: EndlessFantasy Translation

Noon the next day.

Watson had been preparing for the day to infiltrate the elves. He first asked Delta about their language and then their etiquettes and living habits. He hid in his room the entire night.

"When you meet the elves, you have to greet them with honorifics. However, you don't have to lower your head when facing an older elf. Instead, you have to stomp your feet. Facing an older elf of a different tier requires you to stomp your feet a different number of times. That is different from humans."

Standing in front of a huge bronze mirror, Watson wore a suit made of leaves that fit him. He looked at it over and over again. At that moment, his hair had changed from the previous golden color to a light green color. He also had pointed ears.

Those changes were due to his ever-changing magic. Even with his transformation into an elf, coupled with his learned speech skills and manners, no elf would see through his disguise.