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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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The Fight Had Begun

Biên tập viên: EndlessFantasy Translation

"There are 50 sets of bronze-tier armor and over 300 iron-tier weapons. Do you think that these things would send us on our way?"

Ten minutes later, Morgan stared at the pile of bloodstained equipment on the ground; he was displeased.

He did not have any complaints about the equipment. After all, a single piece of bronze-tier equipment was worth several to ten gold coins, while an iron-tier weapon was worth dozens of silver coins. Those items were worth thousands of gold coins; it was equivalent to one-tenth of his manor's total assets.

However, most of the equipment on the ground was incomplete. For example, some of the armors were missing something, and some of them had been blown to pieces. Other than a few pieces of iron plates attached to the waist, the rest of the equipment had many holes. One could not tell its defensive capabilities, but one would definitely feel the cool breeze.

It was a pile of junk.