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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 · Fantasia
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657 Chs

Nightingale—The Assassin

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

"Wendy, we'll talk about the water later! Stand behind me and don't make a move."

Watson stretched his hands to protect Wendy behind him. He looked at the large bed in the bedroom, and his expression became serious. "Who's there? Come out!"

A black shadow appeared on the soft, velvet bed and swayed gently as Watson spoke.

The shadow disappeared, and a petite woman in black appeared on the bed. Her collarbone and shoulders were covered with a dark red veil that showed only hints of her snow-white skin.

Watson could not tell the woman's age. She wore an inverted triangular veil, and she had short black hair and dark blue eyes. At that moment, her veil swayed gently as she looked at Watson. "It's commendable that you found me so quickly."

Her voice was like a bird singing softly, and it was also like a clear spring that flowed between the rocks—it was very pleasant.

Gulp!