My Fusion System: Fusing a Thousand Chickens at the Start

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As time passed, he accepted his fate. However, he still felt indignant at Newman for taking everything that should belong to him.

“Eldest Brother, Second Brother, stop arguing for a while. Father is still in the mansion. Who wants to go in and save him?”

The voice of a third person rang out—it was a woman in formal attire. She looked tidy and well-kept. If it were not for her half-black and half-white hair and crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes, that woman would have looked like she was in her twenties.

“Freya, don’t talk nonsense. The puppet is so powerful. Who dares to enter the mansion now? Do you dare to go? If you don’t dare to go, then don’t tell us to go. I don’t want to die.”

McGee rolled his eyes. His words made the woman named Freya choke. She quickly looked at Newman. In the end, Newman also turned his head, obviously not intending to rush in to save anyone.

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“Well, if you don’t want to go, then I’ll go myself.”

Freya snorted and was about to walk into the mansion. At that very moment, someone kicked the mansion door open. Hoen walked out of the mansion with a dirty face, supporting Armand, who was also dirty. Behind them was Augustus, who looked half-dead and covered in blood. Hoen also dragged the younger man with him.

“Watson, are you crazy? You almost killed us all!”

Hoen raised his head and complained loudly to Watson.

Watson had fused with a diamond-tier puppet, and he had used that puppet to launch an attack, causing the mansion to collapse. Thankfully, he was a platinum-tier warrior who specialized in earth-elemental combat aura. When the house collapsed, he controlled the earth elements to form a protective barrier around his body, protecting Armand and Augustus. Otherwise, that attack would have definitely taken their lives.

Watson shook his head. “I’m sorry, General Hoen. I used too much strength just now, but I don’t feel like I’ve done anything wrong! After all, you promised to clear my name. In reality, Master Campbell only wanted me here to bully me. Since you can’t help me, I can only help myself.”

Hoen’s expression froze. Just as he was about to say something, Augustus stared fiercely at the sky. “Watson, you dared to destroy our family mansion. Even if there is no grudge between us, the Campbell family can’t let you off so easily now! You have caused so much damage here; just wait for your payback. Our mansion contains a large number of precious magical tools, and they are worth no less than ten million gold coins.”

“What would you do if I won’t compensate you?” Watson sat on the giant puppet’s shoulder and replied with a calm expression.

“If you don’t compensate us, you won’t be able to leave alive today.”

“Take a look at this before you threaten me.”

Watson patted the puppet beneath him—the King of Time. The clock-shaped shell on the King of Time’s body immediately came to life. It squirmed and gathered toward its chest, gradually turning into a clock that was only ten meters tall. The inside of the clock was exquisitely made, and its appearance was almost identical to the Clock of Life that had stood in the courtyard.

“Is that the Clock of Life? Watson, you placed our family’s most precious treasure on a puppet?”

Augustus looked at the clock on the King of Time’s chest, then looked in the direction of the courtyard in the distance—the area now empty. His eyes immediately reddened.

The Clock of Life was essential to the Campbell family. That clock could grant them a longer lifespan, but it was also absolutely accurate time-wise. That clock was responsible for correcting time. The Campbell family’s magical tools were far superior to others. Since they had lost that clock, their magic tools’ quality might drop too.