My Fusion System: Fusing a Thousand Chickens at the Start Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Scarlet’s Dream

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

[Silver-tier magic: Water Elental Warrior Summoning]

[Effect: summons a Bronze-tier soldier made of water. There is no limit to the number of summons. The number of summons is determined by the level of magic possessed by the master. However, if the summoning lasts for a long ti, the water elental warrior will possess a certain level of self-awareness. If the water elental warrior is too far away from the master, it will dissipate.]

Information pertaining to the Water Elental Warrior Summoning appeared in Watson’s mind, prompting him to curl the corners of his mouth up.

“As expected of a Silver-tier spell. If I had enough magic, wouldn’t I be able to summon tens of thousands of water elental warriors?”

Just imagine how many Bronze-tier soldiers would appear all over the mountains and plains. Simply standing there without having to make a move was enough to scare off anyone who harbored evil intentions.

Unfortunately, Watson’s idea was not so easy to realize.

The strength of a mage was determined by two parts. The first part was the spell’s tier, and the other was mage’s own magical ability. The spell’s tier is determines the lowest limit of a spell’s power, while the one’s magic ability determined the upper limit of the spell.

The sa spell would be more powerful if casted by soone with higher strength. So higher-level mages, could cast a re Iron-tier Water Ball Spell with a power equivalent to that of falling teorites.

One’s proficiency in magic could be increased by continuously casting spells. Watson had just started training, so the amount of magic in his body was not much. If he used his full strength now, he could summon a hundred water elental warriors at the sa ti, but only for a few minutes. If he wanted those water elental warriors to remain for an entire day, he could only summon ten at any one ti.

Looking at the one hundred water elental soldiers in the field, Watson really wanted to shout, “Shurima, your emperor is back.”

In less than a minute, Watson could already feel the magic power in his soul rapidly dissipating. He could only make a co-hither movent and maintain ten warriors while the remaining ones were allowed to disappear.

Under the dark clouds, the blades in the hands of those ten water elental warriors morphed into long sickles. They moved in all directions from Watson’s side.

Slash!

Slash!

Every ti the three-ter-tall water elental warrior waved the sickles in his hands, a fan-shaped area would be cut off, and weeds would fly up neatly.

In a short while, the ten water elental warriors had rushed out of several barren paths in the farmland. Watson simply hugged the back of his head with both hands and lay on the fertile land that was emitting a fragrant sll, “At this speed, we can clear the farmland in half a day. We can start sowing when Third and Fourth Brother return.”

Watson had specifically asked Zeke and Zenoah to bring back so wheat seeds from their journey. Once the seeds were planted in the farmland and subsequently fused, there would be much more food to eat along with the eggs in the house.

With that thought in mind, Watson closed his eyes. The surrounding water elental warriors were still diligently carrying out his orders.

...

Another two days passed. Four days had already passed since Singh and Sinwa went out.

During these two days, Watson took care of the chicken farm in the morning and occasionally sparred with his big brother.

Having obtained the Thornvest and the Stormsword, Vincent felt that his combat strength had been increased sowhat and insisted on dragging Watson along to give it a try. Watson did not refuse, as he also needed to improve his strength through battle.

However, even if he did not use the Phoenix Wings and intentionally let his big brother win, he still won many tis. On a couple of occasions, he would deliberately lose to prevent his big brother’s confidence from dwindling.

On this morning, the spring scenery outside was great. Watson was about to head to the chicken farm when he was intercepted by his seventh sibling, Scarlet.

“Watson, could you accompany to go hunting.”

Scarlet carried a hard wooden bow on her back. The bowstring crossed her newly-developed chest, forming two beautiful curves. Scarlet’s face was flushed from having eaten well these few days.

Watson admired his sister’s beauty. Girls developed earlier than boys. The 11-year-old scarlet was only slightly shorter than him. Of course, admiring was all he could do, as his body was still that of Scarlet’s younger brother even if his soul did not belong to that world.

“I still have to take care of the chicken farm...”

Before Watson could finish his words, Scarlet had already walked up to him in dissatisfaction and grabbed his shoulder. “Big Brother will take care of the chicken farm. There’s no need for you to be there. Big Brother has obtained two pieces of bronze equipnt these few days, and he’s getting arrogant. When are you going to forge one for ?” Scarlet took a glance at the simple wooden bow behind her.

ntioning that alone was enough to make her angry. She had always been the one who brought Watson out to hunt and she ca first. Whether it was treating Watson well or to keeping Watson company, she had been the first to do all that, so why was it that when Big Brother returned, he had received so many benefits from Watson, yet she had received nothing? It was unfair.

“Wait till I have the ti.”

Watson did not have any materials as of then, so he naturally could not fuse any weapons.

“Hmph, I think you’re being biased! I’m going to ask you again. Are you going hunting with or not?”

Watson had a helpless look on his face after having his ears pulled tightly by scarlet. What else could he say? “I’ll go with you. Stop pulling, it’s very painful.”

...

“Watson, quick, look, I’ve shot two rabbits.”

Scarlet ran through the forest and carried the two snow-white rabbits back. Each rabbit had a sharp wooden arrow stuck in its head.

Hunting animals was not that easy under normal circumstances, but her bountiful success was due to having eaten the Pentacolor Fragrant Chicken’s eggs in the past few days. The result was an strength increase of several hundred catties.

They were at a place called the Misty Forest, which was situated not too far north from the Watson residence. A faint mist drifted through the forest, and small animals frequently ran past them. It was a public place for nearby farms to hunt, and rumor had it that there were powerful magical beasts in the depths of the forest. Since the mist was so thick that one could not see one’s fingers, only brave adventurers dared to enter.

Watson and Scarlet were at a small hill outside that forest.

Watson lay on his back under a huge tree, with a blade of grass in his mouth. “Aweso. You’re really amazing, Big Sister.”

Although he said that, his expression was very calm. After all, his soul was an adult, and Scarlet was just a little brat in his eyes. He might as well ditate when he had the ti. ditation was a way of raising one’s magical ability, but the prerequisite was that he must not release any magic. The specific details of the thod to increase the amount of magic were recorded in the Encyclopedia of Basic Magic.

Hearing Watson’s praise, Scarlet could not help but puffed out her chest. “That’s right. Even Father praised my archery. Do you want to learn it?”

“I’ll pass.” Watson refused, but Scarlet walked begrudgingly to his side. “I know you’re learning magic, but don’t underestimate archery. You can kill prey from a thousand ters away with archery. Can magic do it?”

Scarlet’s dream was to beco a great archer. To beco an archer, she had to sign a contract with an elf. However, money was required. Her family might not have had any money in the past, but with the Pentacolor Fragrant Chicken, her desire was reignited. As a result, she was very unhappy after seeing that Watson did not really appreciate her archery.

“Archery can do what magic can do.”

In order to prevent his seventh sibling from continuing to grind him down, Watson turned his body helplessly and hooked his finger. With a loud boom, dark clouds gathered in the sky and churned non-stop. A water pillar descended from the sky and landed a thousand ters away, it transford into a water elental warrior who held a spear in his hand.

It was as if a God had descended from the heavens.

The water elental warrior darted into the forest, either sweeping or thrusting. In a short mont, a bunch of rabbits were strung on the spear and returned. There were at least ten of them.

Scarlet’s mouth was wide open when she saw that and she had difficulty closing it. After working so hard to catch one rabbit, she had never expected that using magic could easily catch more rabbits.

Lowering her head to take a look, Scarlet suddenly felt that the bow in her hand was no longer useful. She simply threw it aside and walked to Watson, shaking his arm. “Watson, teach magic.”

Scarlet used to dream of becoming an archer, but that dream had since changed.