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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

The Ceremony Of Apprenticeship

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

"Lord Astrologer, that person killed Audrey and caused the death of so many of our people. We can't let him off so easily!" Ron said nervously.

He had turned against Watson. What would Watson do to him if the astrologer let Watson go?! How could he have a good ending?

Watson had to die that day.

Following close behind him were scores of members from the Mage Guild and the North Wind mercenary group, all of whom were enraged.

Martin clenched his fists. "Lord Astrologer, that person is already so cruel at such a young age. Even if you let him go, he might not let us go in the future! You are raising a tiger to bring trouble. In my opinion, we should kill him and destroy Blackmoon Castle to console President Audrey's soul in heaven."

"That's right, Lord Astrologer. We will fight to the death with Blackmoon Castle. We will never back down."

"Lord Astrologer, do you choose to help us, fulfill our will, or choose to help an enemy?"