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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 · 奇幻
分數不夠
657 Chs

Teaching Dark Combat Aura

編輯: EndlessFantasy Translation

Wilber Liszt Manor.

One could hear the sound of owl wings flapped in the wind. The strange-eyed owl flew in a graceful arc and landed in the hall at a breakneck speed; there was an envelope in its beak.

There were more than a dozen farm owners in the hall. One of them was a middle-aged man with fiery red hair and a beard. He reached out and took the envelope from the owl's beak. He placed a small dried fish in a copper bowl and put it in front of the owl.

When the owl lowered its head and started to pick at the dried fish in the bowl, the red-haired middle-aged man turned his head and smiled at the people in the hall. "This is a bronze tier owl, and it is also my old friend, Folson's beloved pet! It loves dried fish. If you feed it once, it will allow you to pet its head. You will definitely fall in love with this feeling."

Zangwill opened the envelope and finished reading the letter; then, he smiled.