My Fusion System: Fusing a Thousand Chickens at the Start

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Roar!

At that moment, she heard a deafening roar. It was so clear that it sounded like a mountain had collapsed. The explosive sound shook the window violently, and it also resounded in her soul.

It sounded exactly the same as the dragon roar that she heard in the morning.

She rushed toward the window and pulled the curtains open. Then, she stuck her head outside for the very first time and saw a platinum dragon.

The platinum dragon raised its long neck and looked at the sky in the distance. Its body was tens of meters in height; it looked like a small mountain. It rose from the window in front of her, and its expanded wings left a shadow on her face. Its golden eyes were filled with coldness, and its two long curved dragon horns reflected the cold light under the sunlight.

The manuscript and quill in her hand fell onto the ground. Margaret did not care; she was too stunned to do anything.

Was that the real dragon that she had been longing to see?

It was so noble, mysterious, and powerful.

Dozens of knights in silver-tier armor and long capes stood beneath the dragon; they were looking at it nervously as they shouted. Margaret could not hear them clearly; she felt as if she was in a mythical story.

“So the dragon roar I heard that morning was real. There’s a dragon at home?”

Margaret forgot that she had vowed never to step a foot out of her room; she rushed out to take a look.

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Watson walked to his fifth brother, Peter’s, room and knocked on the door.

“Fifth Brother, I brought you food.”

There was no response in the room, but Watson did not care. He knew that his brother was definitely in the room. After all, his brother was always sick and could not go anywhere. He chose to use teleportation to enter the room directly.

Whoosh!

Watson entered the room with a soft sound.

The room was spotless and tidy; everything was white. Amidst the snow-white space, a young man with short green hair and amber eyes who looked somewhat similar to him laid on the bed. He stared at the curtains that flapped in the wind, and his expression was somewhat absent-minded.

The young man was about 14 years old, and he was skinny and weak. His cheeks were sunken, and there was not much fat on his wrists and calves.

As if he sensed that someone had entered the room, the young man turned his head and coughed twice. “Are you Watson?”

The young man smiled when he recognized his visitor. He continued to say, “I remember hugging you when I was younger. I can’t believe that you have grown so much in only a few years that I haven’t seen you. Time really flies! Are you here to bring me food today? I’m very sorry to trouble you. I didn’t hear the door just now. How did you get in?”

Peter’s voice was a little low; he sounded confused.

“I teleported in, just like that.” Watson took a step forward and instantly disappeared from where he was; then, he appeared in front of Peter and held his hand.

Even though it was the first time he had seen the young man in front of him, Watson had an inexplicable sense of closeness to him—that was his biological brother.

Teleportation?

Peter’s pupils narrowed. After a moment, he snapped back to his senses and smiled. He looked surprised and relieved. “Mother often spoke about training, so I know that teleportation is the symbol of a gold-tier warrior. I did not expect you to be a gold-tier warrior at such a young age. How wonderful! I was wondering why the food at home has become better, and the house seems to have grown a lot bigger.”