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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 · Kỳ huyễn
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Biên tập viên: EndlessFantasy Translation

"Is that him?"

Sven raised his head to look at the sky before he waved his hand. Immediately, a man in a green-gray robe appeared beside him. He held a piece of parchment with a portrait in his hand and placed it in front of him. After he compared the two, he said, "That's right, Master. According to the people of the Bloodied-hand Bandit Gang, this is the same person who killed Sparrow."

The bandit's voice shook. That person had not only killed Sparrow, but he had also killed Veigar. Just how powerful was he?

Light snow fell from the sky as Veigar's corpse dripped in blood. White and red, snow and blood, the dignified man in the sky looked even more outstanding.

"Veigar is dead. Later, we'll take the opportunity to recruit his members! The first bird can only see the treasure, but not the danger contained within it. Such a person is young, indeed."

Sven tapped on the wooden cane in his hand. He furrowed with a smile.