My Fusion System: Fusing a Thousand Chickens at the Start

In Watson’s eyes, there was a row of small glowing words floating on the eggs in the basket.

[Pentacolor Fragrant Chicken Eggs]

[Effect: excellent taste. Consumption will Consuming one egg increases a person’s lifespan by one year and raises one’s strength by a hundred catties. Effects weaken after repeated consumption.]

As soon as he uttered the command, the one hundred eggs inside the basket instantly turned into a glow and merged together. However, its size had shrunk and it turned into an egg the size of a lychee.

Calling it an egg was not entirely appropriate.

The translucent glass-like shell had a picture of a phoenix bathing in fire on it. It emitted a gentle glow, and its heart was beating as if it contained life. The moment it appeared, a fragrance that elicited intense urges was wafting in the air, making everything seem like a dream.

It was no longer an egg, but a pearl—a work of art.

[Congratulations, Master! Fusion success. You have obtained the Infernal Phoenix Egg.]

[Infernal Phoenix Egg]

[Effect: An egg from the legendary Phoenix. Has irresistible taste. Consumption will increase your lifespan by a hundred years and raise your strength by a thousand catties. There is also a small chance of awakening the Phoenix’s divine beast bloodline. (only effective when consumed for the first time, cannot be incubated)]

What was that thing?

As they stared at the thing in Watson’s basket, Vincent’s eyes widened as well as Wesley and the others. So many high-value Pentacolor Fragrant Chicken eggs disappeared just like that and even turned into a small ball? Was it magic or were they hallucinating?

However, the pressure emanating from the small ball made caused a battle-hardened Iron-tier warrior like Wesley to feel an urge to kneel down. One look was enough to tell that it was something good.

“Hand it over, Kid…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Watson had already stuffed the phoenix egg into his mouth under everyone’s eyes. A scorching aura entered his body, traveling from his throat to his stomach, opening up his blood vessels as white steam poured out from the pores on his body.

Watson’s face was tensed up. His skin was dry and red, like a chicken being roasted over a fire.

What was the pinnacle of a chicken?

The answer was a phoenix.

Watson had only transmigrated to that world for a few days, but knew that the birds, chickens, and similar magical beasts in the world were all descendants of the legendary phoenix. The Pentacolor Fragrant Chicken was one of the best among the fowl-type magical beasts, and there was a minute trace of divine beast bloodline in its body. At that point, the bloodline had been infinitely magnified and the egg had turned into a phoenix egg.

The things that his fusion system fused could not be likened to one plus one equaled two, but more like one plus one equaled ten. Watson would not have been unprepared after knowing that it would be hard to keep the Pentacolor Fragrant Chicken.

At this moment, the system’s voice sounded again.

[Congratulations, Master! You have successfully absorbed the Infernal Phoenix’s egg. You have gained a hundred years of life and a thousand catties of strength. You have also awakened a trace of the phoenix bloodline and activated the Phoenix Wings.]

“Whoosh!”

Along with that sound, white steam began coming out from Watson’s pores along with black dirt. That dirt was the impurities in his body.

Immediately after, the clothes on his back were stretched open, and a pair of flaming feathered wings appeared. They were more than a meter long and were unusually beautiful. Every feather was as thin as a Cicada’s wings, and if one looked carefully, they would notice crystal-like patterns on the wings that rivaled even the best of crystals. With a gentle wave, the impurities on the surface of his body were completely burned away.

Like a phoenix reborn from the flames, Watson had also broken out of his cocoon and become a butterfly. He could feel the knowledge appearing suddenly in his mind.

[Phoenix Wings: capable of flight and releasing Phoenix Flames. Wings can also be turned into swords and shields to block the attacks of Bronze-tier individuals. Defensive capabilities increase with the strength of its owner.]

“The Phoenix bloodline was awakened along with wings?” Watson was delighted.

He had originally planned to obtain a thousand pounds of strength, as that was enough for him for him to deal with those guards with the help of magic and his big brother. The turn of events came as a pleasant surprise.

Ever since the ancient times, only a Silver-level professional or a mage could do that. If news of him breaking that rule were spread out, it would suffice to drive people insane. At that moment, he was already considering whether or not to sell the eggs after they were fused.

“Hand over the Pentacolor Fragrant Chicken.”

He gestured to Wesley, who was standing opposite him, and the Phoenix Wings on Watson’s back flapped violently. A holy white flame burned the air and charged straight at Wesley.

“Are…these combat aura wings?”

Wesley stared at the wings, and his eyes almost popped out.

The child in front of him was a Silver-tier warrior?

For the record, even the strongest warrior in their farm was only Bronze-tier, and a great noble would even have to treat a Silver-tier warrior with respect. Watson was two tiers higher than Wesley, but the latter did not sense any fluctuations of combat aura from the boy.

Wesley started to doubt himself, but it was already too late to retreat. He could only raise his thin sword and use his Windblade.

The violent combat aura of the wind surrounded his body, expanding the blade by ten times. The ten-meter-long sword shadow flashed toward Watson, splitting the holy flame in half.

The sword aura split the waves.

“Danger!”

Vincent shouted. He did not have the time to bother about why two fiery wings grew out of his eighth brother’s back and whether or not the boy was a silver-tier warrior. He simply rushed out.

He knew Wesley’s strength very well. The Windblade was as fast as the wind and could pierce through several layers of steel plates. Wesley had once used this sword to split open a wild bull that was running wildly, which was a clear sign of how powerful it was.

Before Vincent could react however, Watson’s right wing had already swept over. The feathers had retracted and turned into a red crystal-like shield, blocking Wesley’s attack.

“This is an Iron-tier warriors attack? That’s all there it to it?”

The wing that blocked the sword aura did not mess up a single feather. As Watson spoke, he waved his hand and the other wing’s feathers became erect. “Whoosh! Whoosh!” The sound was incessant, and they all turned into burning lights as they flew toward Wesley. The combat aura barrier that capable of block the sword aura was penetrated at once, burning Wesley’s armor to ashes.

His hair was disheveled, and his body was charred black. Wesley knelt on the ground, his eyes wide open in a daze.

If he could be defeated that easily, then it was definitely combat aura that had transformed into wings!

He had asked around at the dining table, and knew that there were no strong individuals in Edward’s family. The child named Watson was clearly a mage, but how did he suddenly become a Silver-tier warrior? He would not have made a move if they had told him about such a talented child in the family. Was it all a lie?

There were a few feathers stuck on Wesley’s body, but not a single drop of blood flowed out. The temperature of these feathers was too high, so his wounds were burnt into a char before he could bleed. Wesley opened his mouth resentfully and spat out a cloud of green smoke before falling down.

After knocking Wesley Down, Watson still had to make a move on the few guards behind him.

Plop!

“Little Brother, no, I mean, Sir. We were wrong. Don’t attack!”

“We surrender!”

Before Watson was given a chance to attack, the two guards who were ready to charge threw their weapons down and begged for mercy. The remaining two guards who were restraining the Pentacolor Fragrant Chicken also gulped  and dropped to their knees at the same time. Wesley was the strongest among them, yet he was defeated in one go, so they could not possibly be so brave as to court death.

Watson was clearly a ten-year-old child, but he was already ranked as Silver-tier. At that point, they became a little scared when they suddenly thought of the scene where Watson had summoned the wind and rain in the field. He must have been a monster to have mastered magic and combat aura.

The Pentacolor Fragrant Chicken tore the cloth strips with its claws and crawled out from the sack that had fallen to the ground. It glanced at the people around it with disdain and walked into the chicken farm with its head held high. No one dared to stop it anymore.