webnovel

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 · Kỳ huyễn
Không đủ số lượng người đọc
657 Chs

All Are Starlight-tier

Biên tập viên: EndlessFantasy Translation

"There are many magical sources in the Kingdom of Kings. Other than the six elements—earth, fire, water, wind, light, and darkness—that we all know, all the existing attributes were created by Watson."

Watson did not say anything. Margaret, who was standing next to him, picked up a piece of fruit from the table and popped it into her mouth. She sat on the sofa beside Watson and said it indifferently.

"That is—"

Jayla raised her head and looked at the woman with a puzzled expression.

From her point of view, Margaret was a noblewoman with a bit of baby fat. The difference between her and ordinary noblewomen was that Margaret exuded a kind of divine majesty. It was as if the sun made it difficult for people to look straight at her.

"That is my sixth sister. Her name is Margaret."

'So she is His Majesty's sister. I wonder if she's telling the truth?'