My Fusion System: Fusing a Thousand Chickens at the Start

The shadows of the trees in the sky converged in mid-air and turned into a green torrent that engulfed the entire mountain.

Whether it was the banquet hall or the people from other parts of the mountain, they raised their heads at that exact moment. A giant tree that looked like it could support the entire world had appeared in the sky. It had transformed into a green mountain peak, and with the trees on top, the two resembled a gigantic hourglass from a distance.

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“Isn’t Young Master Watson creating a potion that can grant people eternal life? How did he make such a big tree?”

A farmer on Mount Creation was dazed as he gazed up toward the sky. Without even realizing it, the hoe in his hand had dropped to the ground in astonishment.

“That’s the biggest tree I’ve ever seen in my life. If that tree falls, I believe the entire world will crumble.”

“I wonder what Young Master Watson has done now. Young Master Watson can come up with some new tricks now and then! We could have gone to Blackmoon Town to have a closer look if the old master had not asked us to wash the clothes at home.”

A few maids in a manor were looking up at the sky and talking to each other. Their eyes were filled with admiration for the massive tree above their heads, as well as disappointment at not being able to get a better look.

In front of the banquet hall.

“Watson, you are not going to create a World Tree, are you? The World Tree is a mysterious thing that was born at the beginning of time. Only the elven kingdom owns one in the entire continent. It is not something that can be made simply because you want to.”

Sylvan stared at the lush woods above him after retracting his demon form. He appeared to be concerned. If the massive tree could not support its weight and collapse, it would crush many things in the world.

“Lord Sylvan, don’t worry. I’ve already created one.”

Watson placed his hands on his hips and looked at the sky with a satisfied expression.

[Starlight-tier Special Item: World Tree]

[Effects: the Forest of Eternity (all plants within the area covered by the World Tree will be replaced by its branches. As long as the World Tree is not destroyed, it will grow alternately and endlessly), Natural Transformation (the World Tree branches can be turned into any crop where its effects will be increased by 100%), Ancient War Tree Summon (the World Tree branches can form the strongest weapon of the ancient tree spirit species, the Ancient War Tree, with the combat strength of a diamond-tier elite).]

[Additional ability: Spring of Life (since the World Tree has absorbed too much essence of life, it will overflow and form a spring. You can gain eternal life if you drink from the spring, but your strength will be fixed at that point forever).]

“It is no surprise that the World Tree that provides for the elven kingdom is known as the Forest of Eternity; it is the tree’s most powerful ability.”

Watson snapped his fingers as he reached his hand toward the newly fused World Tree.

Clack!

Immediately, a few branches of the World Tree fell from above his head and landed on the platinum-tier rocky ground outside the banquet hall. They plunged deep into the platinum-tier ore, and a few trees grew right in front of him, each containing a sun and moon jewel. Those trees resembled the Shadow of the World Tree that he had previously created, but their effects were more powerful. Every gem shone brighter than it had before.

Then he snapped his fingers again, and several fruit trees fused together. The gleaming sun and moon gemstones had also fused to form a massive gold and silver eye, and the size of the fruit tree grew as well. The roots intertwined to form eight huge tree legs, and hundreds of thick vines sprouted from the top of the tree. They twisted together to form a massive fist spanning dozens of meters and then spread apart, transforming into verdant whips.

The fused fruit tree towered hundreds of meters above the ground and emitted a terrible power. Its bark reflected diamond light, indicating that it possessed extraordinarily strong physical and magical resistance. That was another talent of the World Tree—the Ancient War Tree Summon.

The entire Monte Town had trembled when the Ancient War Tree appeared. A few fissures formed on the platinum-tier ore walls and ground. The people there could not find their balance, and their expressions were filled with terror.

Fortunately, Watson only managed to maintain the Ancient War Tree for a moment before it turned back into an ordinary tree.

“Watson, I take back what I said. I didn’t expect you to create a World Tree!” Sylvan swallowed his saliva as he gazed at the massive tree that could not be seen from the top of his head.

He was familiar with the World Tree because he was born in the elven kingdom. He was aware that the Ancient War Tree Summon was one of the World Tree’s talents. However, the Ancient War Tree summoned by the elven kingdom was merely a platinum-tier one.

Watson’s World Tree appeared to be smaller and could only span more than half of the border. It could not be compared to the Forest of Eternity, which could provide for an entire kingdom. However, Sylvan thought Watson’s World Tree was superior.

“My disciple had created the Mount Creation; what’s so strange about creating a World Tree?” Antonio’s voice could be heard from the side.

Sylvan noticed Antonio’s facial muscles twitched as he spoke. He pursed his lips and thought to himself, ‘It would be more convincing if Antonio’s facial muscles did not twitch from shock.’

“All right, everyone. We no longer need to beg the elves for water from the Spring of Life. We can now get it ourselves. Where was the line just now? Let’s continue with the Blessings of the Gods and Demons. I am ready to distribute to another 10,000 persons. From now on, we can give the Blessings of the Gods and Demons to 10,000 people each day. Then, in about 100 days, we can try to grant everyone an immortal life.”

Watson stomped his feet lightly. The ground outside the banquet hall immediately cracked; the fissure was about 100 meters long and dozens of meters wide. Emerald-green liquid gushed out of the cracks; it sparkled with starlight. It was water from the Spring of Life. It was a bit inappropriate to call it a spring because the crack was hundreds of meters long. It should be called a lake.

If the elves were there, they would be shocked into speechlessness by the scene in front of them. Their Spring of Life was just a well, far inferior to the lake in front of them. After all, they did not have Watson to fuse all the platinum and diamond-tier items on the entire Mount Creation.

Those items were mainly the Shadow of the World Tree and the diamond-tier World Tree staff. Watson had created them in the past two months to decorate Mount Creation. There were tens of thousands of them, despite the fact that they were not as numerous as the Wish for the World rings. One could only imagine the power when those items were fused collectively.

“Young Master Watson, you are too generous. Praise Young Master Watson.”

Everyone outside the banquet hall looked pleased when they heard Watson’s words and thanked him repeatedly. Their voices even reached the clouds. Only Anna and Ron, who were in charge of organizing the banquet, exchanged bitter smiles. That banquet was destined to be postponed indefinitely due to Watson’s actions at that moment.

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Time passed quickly on Mount Creation. Soon, more than three months had passed, and on that day, a group of guests arrived at Mount Creation.

“Captain Lophis, is the so-called Mount Creation really as magical as you said? Gold-tier fruits everywhere, and all weapons are platinum-tier?”

A few guards trailed behind Lophis as they walked at the foot of Mount Creation. They looked around, and one of them inquired suspiciously.

Another guard said, “Whether it’s true or not, just merging more than half of the border into a divine mountain floating in the sky is not something that an ordinary person can do. I heard that there are high-quality weapons on that mountain, and also the gods and their servants.”

“It is not as exaggerated as you claim. The so-called God is merely a young man who has learned a rare power, and those slaves are gold-tier elites.” Lophis interrupted his subordinates; Watson had told him to return to Vermillion Town to think about his offer. He had been thinking about it for a week, and he had also sent a pigeon messenger to Adele. However, he had received no reply from her. So, he had no choice but to take some of his men to the mountain.

He planned to prevent Vermillion Town from becoming a subsidiary of Mount Creation before Adele returned. Instead, he wished to strike a deal to purchase weapons and medical herbs. That way, when Adele returned, she would not think that he had acted on his own, and he could bring some benefits to Vermillion Town.

He smiled as he thought about that. Suddenly, the guard beside him cried out in surprise.

“Look at the sky. What is that?”

“I think I see a god.”

Something plopped as he cried out in surprise. Someone appeared to be kneeling on the ground.

A god? Lophis snapped back to his senses with some dissatisfaction. Did he not just explain that there was no god on Mount Creation? Everything there was made by a man, but someone had knelt for that. Those underlings who had not seen the world could truly make a scene.

Lophis followed suit and glanced up into the sky, thinking about how he could give those people a lesson. It did not matter if he did not look; when he saw it, his jaw dropped as he knelt with a plop as well.

A tree of unknown size stood in the sky; its emerald green branches and leaves even blocked the sky. However, Mount Creation did not appear dark because those leaves emitted a bright light of their own, illuminating the earth below it.

However, that was not the main point—there were people with six wings and halos above their heads; all of them had a holy and radiant glow. They exuded a powerful aura too. Even the most unskilled person could tell that the winged creatures belonged to a legendary race—angels.

“Captain Lophis, didn’t you say that this is not a place where the gods live, and they have no servants here? How do you explain that?”

A guard who was kneeling on the ground had asked weakly. He knelt because he was afraid, and the angels above his head were platinum-tier elites. The pressure they emitted was too intense; he was only a bronze-tier warrior.

‘How would I know?’

Lophis groaned in his heart. He also felt that it was strange. When he left ten days ago, the people there were only gold-tier elites. How did they get so many angels in only a few days? What was that giant tree above his head?