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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 · แฟนตาซี
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The Competition Begins

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

"Sidi, are you done messing around? We haven't decided who will get that youth because we didn't expect him to arrive so soon. However, we can make a decision now."

The shadow with large and small gears on its back, the God of Light, Baldur, spoke, suppressing the voices of the many gods.

As he spoke, Baldur's shadow on the wall squirmed a little, as if it had changed its direction. Even though he could not see his eyes, Watson felt like someone was staring at him, and a sense of oppression subconsciously rose in his heart.

"Baldur, we agree with your suggestion. There won't be any results if we continue arguing like that. Tell me, what are your rules?"

The one who spoke next was the god with a dragon tail and a harp in his hands—Agares, who controlled the wind and navigation.

"My conditions are very simple. Since there is only one young man, then one of the seven gods will decide the winner here. The winner will get Watson. Is that not enough? "