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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 · Fantasy
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Watson pinched his nose and dived into the hot spring. He reached out and touched the pearly white feet, which immediately shrank back as if they were electrocuted. He found it funny, thinking that Nightingale was too sensitive.

"Who's there?!"

At that moment, a woman's voice echoed from above Watson's head. It reached the water through the surface; his face changed because the voice did not sound like Nightingale's. At the same time, he found another strange thing; Nightingale did not seem to be wearing any clothes. Her smooth feet were connected to her round and smooth calves. On top of that, her plump thighs were crossed, and one could vaguely see her perky buttocks.

It was not just the towel. The woman did not even wear any underwear, which made Watson feel a little incredulous. If that were Nightingale, she would be embarrassed to see him without any clothes on.

If it were not Nightingale, who was that person? Was it the maid who he had dismissed?