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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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Monica's Arrival

Éditeur: EndlessFantasy Translation

"Hey, why are you dragging me?"

When they left the Fairy Castle and headed west, the male messenger stared at his female companion, who had kept her hold on him.

"Shh!"

The female messenger raised a finger at him as she looked around them. She realized that a well-maintained forest surrounded them. There were no guards there. Then, she lowered her voice and said, "Idiot, didn't you feel that the temperature has dropped? Count Sylvan is a fire-element platinum-tier mage, and he is the best at controlling the temperature. I can feel a murderous aura from his body. If we don't leave quickly, we might not be able to leave at all."

The essence of fire-type magic was temperature; whether to increase or decrease the heat, it would work either way. Therefore, ice magic was also a type of fire magic.

"Are you sure? Why didn't I feel it?"

The male messenger looked puzzled.