My Fusion System: Fusing a Thousand Chickens at the Start

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Chapter 136: Healing The Body

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Margaret stared out of the window as her mind raced.

She was the family’s third-youngest child; she was a year older than Scarlet. She had loved reading since she was a child.

She had read most of the books they had in the family, and she was an intelligent girl because of her habit. Unfortunately, she did not have any talent for cultivation.

Lack of cultivation talent a life of slavery in that world. However, she did not care about that.

She believed that the value of a person did not lie in their strength or physical pleasure but the satisfaction of their spirit. The body was only a shell, and the soul was a person’s self. Therefore, she hid in her room under the pretext of social fear; she spent her time writing manuscripts as she created her own story.

She did not have any mental illness.

She was just a little disappointed in the world. She longed to find freedom from her imagination. Her dream was to become a best-selling novelist and show her ideas to people who agreed with her.

“Well, today’s creation is not finished yet.”

Margaret closed the curtains again.

She had written a simple story—a heroine named Margaret had been captured by a dragon and eventually rescued by a prince from a powerful kingdom; they lived happily ever after.

She was the inspiration for the protagonist. She had written about how the dragon had captured the princess a few months ago, but there had been no progress since then. She had never seen a real dragon; she had only heard about them in fairy tales. So, she was not satisfied with the image of the evil dragon that she had conjured in her mind.

“Should I relax my reservations about it? Anyway, my future readers probably won’t know what a real dragon looks like too.”

Only the Holy Dragon Kingdom’s royal family had a real dragon. Another poor noble family would never see a real dragon in their lifetime.

Margaret sat back on the bed with that thought in mind, picked up a quill from the table, dipped it in ink, and was about to write on the manuscript. Suddenly, she stopped. She could feel a warm current of air that gathered behind her back. It was as if something was about to break out of her body.

Buzz!

A pair of fiery red wings appeared behind her back. They burned with flames as they flapped gently; it caused the temperature of the room to rise.

She was not surprised by that change. She had studied all year round, so she knew that Watson had brought her a Phoenix egg, and she knew its effect.

The food that her family had sent her those days had some magical effects too. She had been hiding in the room all year round, so her body was weaker than an average person. However, she had gained weight with the nourishment from that food, and coupled with the Phoenix Egg, Margaret could feel that her strength had increased.

“Well, I think I am comparable to the bronze-tier warriors in terms of strength. Of course, I don’t have enough combat experience.”

Margaret made that hypothesis with a calm expression. She had decided, a long time ago, that she would not care about any changes in her physical body.

What did it matter if she was strong or weak? That would not bring her happiness.

She belonged in that small room; no one could ever make her leave it. She was convinced of that little fact.