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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 · Fantasi
Peringkat tidak cukup
657 Chs

A Beautiful Misunderstanding

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

"Lord Astrologer, please have some tea! We did have quite a lot of tea leaves at home, and they are stored in a nearby manor. Unfortunately, the manor was destroyed, and these are all we have left. Please kindly make do with them."

Edward sat on the sofa and pushed a cup of tea toward the astrologer. He swept the dust off his shoulders. Even though Blackmoon Castle did not collapse from the battle, there were numerous cracks in the walls and ceiling. Dust would fall from the cracks even if there were a slight violent fluctuation.

The astrologer did not drink because he was distracted by a few tea leaves floating in the teacup and the rising clouds. Instead, he said in a hushed tone, "I have not seen you in more than ten years. You were a small child when I visited the Saint Laurent family! I recall the Saint Laurent family wanting to train you as their future heir. Why did you leave?"