My Fusion System: Fusing a Thousand Chickens at the Start

"Why is there a dark cloud hovering in the sky?"

Miles had already left the hall. As he stood at the entrance of the dungeon, he looked back and discovered that the sky above the manor was shrouded in a layer of dark clouds. A thick pillar of water fell from the sky and smashed through the roof, causing the corners of his lips to twitch.

"F*ck, is this Allen's doing? Do you know how much it would cost me to repair the house? I told him to kill, not to demolish the house!"

As far as he knew, the only person in the farm who was proficient in water elemental combat aura was Allen. However, with such a big commotion, could it be that Allen had broken through to Silver-tier?

That thought left Miles feeling a little sour yet happy at the same time. If Allen had broken through to Silver-rank, capturing that detestable brat was all but certain with the help of the other guards inside the manor. Miles began to slow his pace as he walked to the dungeon.

"I'll definitely torture him when I catch him." Miles snorted coldly.

If Allen really advanced to Silver-tier, the ever-stingy Miles would not deduct his wages. After all, Silver-rank warriors were very scarce, and he could just chalk that debt to Watson.

Without Watson in the way, no one would be able to stop him from snatching the Pentacolor Fragrant Chicken. Miles could foresee that he could expand his farm several times in a few years and become the largest farm around the area in one fell swoop.

His head felt hot, and a young voice came from behind him before Miles could finish daydreaming. "Sorry pal, you don't stand a chance."

Miles turned around and found Watson standing calmly behind him with his arms crossed over his shoulders.

Behind Watson was an army formed by dozens of water elemental warriors. Each water elemental warrior was holding a guard or farmer in their hands. They stared at him with a terrified expression. Allen was among those being held and he had a sullen gaze.

"How could this be? What have all of you been doing? You can't even stop a child for a few minutes? What a bunch of useless people. What did I do to get a bunch of useless subordinates like you…"

The guards who were reprimanded by Miles lowered their heads. Their pain was beyond words. What could they do? Watson was a Silver-tier warrior and mage. How could they stop such a monster? If Miles could stop him, then be all means, go ahead.

Miles was so angry that his expression turned livid. His handlebar mustache trembled non-stop. He wanted to say something, but Watson had already walked up to him with a cold expression.

"You talk too much nonsense."

Miles felt a chill run up his spine when Watson's sky-blue eyes swept across him. His legs went soft and he subconsciously sat down on the ground. Miles felt that there was an ocean in the child's eyes when he first saw Watson, but that ocean had since frozen into ice.

His expression changed a few times. Miles forced out a smile, "Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding! "Young man, let's talk things out. The people you're looking for are in the dungeon. I'll let them out later and pay you five hundred gold coins. Let's just forget about this matter! I was impulsive when I kidnapped them. I've thought it through now. I did nothing to your two brothers, and as the saying goes, more friends lead to more opportunities. What do you think?"

He had to bow his head under such a towering figure.

Watson looked down at Miles with a pitiful expression before turning around to leave.

Miles was stung by the look in his eyes. He clenched his fists tightly but was secretly happy. After all, Watson was a child who was easy to fool.

The saying more friends lead to more opportunities did not ring true in that world. More often than not, it was survival of the fittest. As long as there was enmity, it would be irresponsible of Miles not to eliminate the root of the problem. He had already decided that when Watson left, he would spend a lot of money to hire assassins, and if that was not possible, he would buy poison and poison the water source near Watson's home.

Killing a person required the use of as many methods as possible.

At that moment, Miles noticed that Watson had his back to him and raised his right hand. Opposite him, a water elemental warrior raised the long spear in his hand.

What was Watson trying to do?

A bad feeling appeared in Miles' heart. Before he could open his mouth to scream, he saw the long spear turn into a blue stream of light and surge toward him, piercing through his chest. He lowered his head to look at the big hole in his chest that was bleeding profusely, then fell into eternal darkness.

…

That day was destined to be a big day for Miles Manor. Everyone was still drinking and in high spirits. a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye, Miles was dead and no one bothered to bury his body.

In the hall that was riddled with holes, Watson sat where Miles used to be. In front of him, more than ten guards, led by Allen, stood respectfully. Dozens of farmers were lying on the ground, bandaging their wounds. They did not even dare to breathe.

"Miles was the culprit in this incident. You guys are only accomplices, at most. I won't make things too difficult for you! Hand over your valuables and get lost." Watson waved his hand.

He did not intend to kill all those people. Killing Miles sufficed to make an example for the others. He believed that those people would spread news of Miles' death to the nearby areas after being allowed to leave. The purpose of doing that was so anyone who knew about his Pentacolor Fragrant Chicken would not dare to scheme and plot against him.

"We understand."

Everyone sighed. Although Watson's 'little man' look was a little strange, no one was surprised by it. What could be more surprising than becoming a platinum-level warrior and a mage at the same time?

Under Watson's orders, the farmers present took out the few silver coins that they had on them. Some of the more clever guards brought out all the valuables from the manor.

In a moment, a hundred sets of armor and weapons appeared in front of Watson, along with more than 300 gold coins and some jewelry. They were altogether worth about 500 gold coins. The 90 over Pentacolor Fragrant Chicken eggs that miles had snatched earlier had not yet been eaten and were also brought out.

"Lord Watson, this is half of the property in the manor," Allen said. His legs still felt a little weak when he thought of how Watson had raised his hand to summon the water elemental warriors and nearly tore down the house.

"Half of the property?"

Watson was admiring the spoils of war, thinking about what grade of equipment he would be able to obtain after fusing the armor and swords together. When he heard this, his eyebrows raised. "Where is the remaining half?"

"Master Miles was originally in the magical beast business. The remaining half of the property is not money, but magical beasts," Allen replied.

"Bring me to take a look at them."

Watson's eyes lit up, and he gestured for Allen to lead the way. Soon, they arrived at a breeding farm behind the manor. The breeding farm was divided into two parts. On the left, there were more than a hundred lion-like magical beasts walking around. Their bodies were covered in fire-like fur. On the right were a same number of tigers, and they had joints which were covered in rock-shaped armor.

Watson recognized these two types of magical beasts. They were the Feral Lion and the Rock-Armored Tiger, both of which were Iron-tier magical beasts.

Magical beasts could be likened to the cultivators among wild beasts. Watson had been in that world for so long, but it was the first time he had seen such a magical beast. To powerful cultivators, magical beasts could be used to guard their homes or as mounts. to double a cultivator's strength. Many manors did the same and cultivated the land while raising magical beasts. They used magical beast feces to nourish the land, and it was a win-win situation.

The Watson family had done the same thing, but they could not afford to raise magical beasts, so they could only choose to raise hens.

While Watson was admiring the magical beasts, a strong Feral Lion and a Rock-Armored Tiger ran over the fence and escaped from the breeding farm. Both beasts roared at Watson and were the two dominant individuals of that territory.

"Magical beasts are inherently wild and recognize strangers. They're more ferocious to people who they have never seen before," Allen explained from the side. He was afraid that Watson would kill the two magical beasts in a fit of anger. An adult Iron-tier magical beast could be sold for dozens of silver coins, and all those beasts there were valuable.

More ferocious?

It did not matter. They would be obedient after being fused.

Watson glanced at the two magical beasts and immediately activated the fusion. The Feral Lion and Rock-Armored Tiger instantly turned into rays of light and collided. Their bodies expanded by more than twice, turning into a five-meter-long, nearly three-meter-high giant magical beast with two heads: a lion and a tiger.

After doing all that, Watson turned his head and asked, "Are these the only magical beasts in the manor?"

"Yes, yes…" Allen's mouth was dry and his tongue was parched. He was sweating profusely. What was going on? Was he dreaming? Why were the two magical beasts in front of him fusing together? What kind of magic was that? It was too terrifying.

Allen was lost for words even though he had wanted to warn Watson to be careful.