My Fusion System: Fusing a Thousand Chickens at the Start Chapter 62

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The gray pillar of light was a dim glow that seemed to be hidden by the sunlight. It was difficult for ordinary people to distinguish it.

Nightingale was a gold-tier elite. She could barely see it because she was close to it.

“What the hell is this—”

Nightingale stared at the gray light on Watson’s body. When it flew into the sky, it vaguely formed an illusory symbol that was hollow and full of jagged lines. Her eyes stung when she looked at it, and she could not help but cry.

She did not notice that there were two different figures under the illusory symbol. They were the sun, which represented light, and the moon, which represented darkness. Furthermore, other signs had appeared under the figure of the sun—they were symbols of earth, fire, water, wind and others as well.

Earth, fire, water, wind, light, and darkness were the six basic elements of the world. However, at that moment, a new element called chaos had emerged with them. The moment it appeared, it had merged with the world and spread to the surrounding area.

..

In Blackmoon Castle’s farm.

The Golden Flash retracted its six pairs of wings as it paced in front of the Rainbow Phoenix Chicken Chicken; it wanted to display its supremacy. However, the Rainbow Phoenix Chicken had ignored it.

Back when Watson had not fused the Pentacolor Fragrant Chicken, except for Emperor Cluck, the other hens had treated the Golden Flash with respect, and the chimera was already used to that. When the Pentacolor Fragrant Chicken was fused, it had inherited Emperor Cluck’s personality. The Golden Flash was unable to accept that, so it had worked hard to conquer that arrogant chicken.

At that moment, an invisible wave came from outside. It changed the structure of the air, which caused the Golden Flash’s body to tremble. Its widened golden pupils were a loss, and then fear appeared. His body grew larger until it became its true form—the six-winged golden chimera with its three heads and python tail. It looked toward Watson’s direction.

At that moment, it sensed its creator’s aura.

The Rainbow Phoenix Chicken, a descendant from an ancient divine beast’s bloodline, the Phoenix, was not much better. It also lowered its proud head.

That aura was noble and ancient. Even if it were a real Phoenix, it would have to show respect.

..

The aura spread from Watson’s body to the entire world. Ordinary people would only feel as if the temperature of the air they breathed had dropped. There was nothing unusual, but the stronger the person was, the more they would sense that fluctuation.

In the Fairy Castle at the border.

Sylvan stood in the pavilion as he reached out to grab the void.

The air was lit with six basic elemental magic symbols—earth, fire, water, wind, light, and darkness. A dark-gray illusory symbol of an eye had appeared in the middle of those symbols.

“Chaos—the seventh basic element has appeared in the world! Who had such strength to change the world’s composition by himself? Were they a diamond-tier elite, or someone great from a particular profession, or even a god that fell from the sky?”

Sylvan made a bold guess; the corners of his lips curled into a bitter smile.

He was a platinum-tier elite, and he had mastered thousands of spells. Other than some lost spells that had been forgotten by history, there were also some high-level grand spells. There was nothing that he did not know; his obsession with magic stemmed from his noble, elegant, and to a certain extent, obsessive-compulsive disorder as an elf.

“I am certain that someone used a terrifying power to change the world. The person who created this new path is not far from here. Likely, he is also in the kingdom! It seems I should send a shadow guard to investigate this matter. As the strongest mage in the kingdom, I want to master the magic related to this element as soon as possible.”

The basic elements of the world were not fixed to earth, fire, water, wind, and darkness. Instead, they were more diverse.

Sylvaine had once investigated a ruin that contained records of a lost country from a thousand years ago. Those documents unearthed in the ruin mentioned that the world had experienced at least five eras. When the world was born, the creator had conceived 22 basic magic elements.

When that civilization was lost about a thousand years ago, there were only eight basic elements left in the world. They were earth, fire, water, wind, darkness, light, and poison. Those basic elements had originated from a certain substance in the center of the world known as the source of magic. A violent natural disaster or an attack comparable to the strength of a god could damage the source of magic and cause the world to lose a specific magical element permanently.

The lost civilization from a thousand years ago had fought for territory with two other civilizations. The aftermath of that battle was too intense, and thunder and poison’s magical sources were damaged. It had resulted in a series of disasters that led to the destruction of all three ancient kingdoms.

Since the source of magic could be destroyed, of course, it could also be repaired. Sylvane understood that point. He guessed that the chaotic element had once existed in the world due to self-cultivating mages. He only wanted to know the characteristics of the chaotic elements.

“I don’t know. What is the power of the magic created from the chaos elements?” Sylvan muttered to himself.

He knew that some of the newly repaired sources of magic were not very strong—they were only at gold or platinum tier. In other words, those who practiced that magic would reach the limit when they attained the platinum tier. However, since there were too many competitors, they might not even reach the gold tier. After all, there were only so many resources.

The source of magic that had been reborn would have taken millions of years to recover fully. Sylvan had reason to doubt the element’s real power. However, when he saw the symbol of the chaotic elements above the sun and the moon, he thought it had looked like a god looking at the world. He dispelled the uneasiness in his heart; his eyes were filled with enthusiasm.

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At the Mage Guild headquarters in the Holy Dragon Kingdom.

An old man with a floor-length beard and a pointy hat on his head laid in a room filled with stars.

Suddenly, a star in the void lit up; it caused the old man to open his eyes and jumped.

“Someone had created a new element called chaos, using it as a support to change the world’s composition.”

The old man reached out and pulled the shining star toward himself. A star wrapped in gray fog appeared in his hand. It looked like an ornament, but it also looked like the image of an ancient star on the ground. “This element is ranked higher than the light and dark elements. Oh, my! Which mysterious ancient existence has awakened such a terrifying source of magical power?”

“We have to inform all the mages in the kingdom about this. We have to control this new power.”

The old man threw the star with a flip of his hand. He lifted his foot, and a tall bronze door that sparkled with starlight appeared in front of him. Then, it disappeared with him.

..

The ripples caused by Watson’s body had spread throughout the Holy Dragon Kingdom and affected the entire continent and the surrounding ocean.

No one knew how far the Holy Dragon Kingdom was from the ends of the world.

Magma churned on the ground, surrounded by towering volcanoes that occasionally spewed scorching flames. Huge golden pupils flashed and disappeared beneath the cracks in the depths of the magma. Then, one could hear the roar of a giant dragon.

“The world has changed! I am the great Dragon King, Constantine, the king of bronze and fire that symbolizes destruction, and I shall be reborn!”

Meanwhile, in an endless, violent sea that was far from land.

Dark clouds converged and gathered lightning. The sea had risen a hundred meters and condensed into a whirlpool.

A fish-tailed beautiful woman with a golden trident in her hand and a triple crown on her head looked into the distance. “Another source of magic that composes the world. Is this good or bad for our race?”

The leaders of all the races in the world, elites that surpassed the platinum tier, were nervous because of the changes they felt. They did not know that the person who did that was only a ten-year-old child, and he had done it accidentally. The boy, Watson, did not even know what he had affected.