My Fusion System: Fusing a Thousand Chickens at the Start

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Chapter 231: Mad Sven
“Is it all over?”

Gerant stood at the Blackmoon Town entrance; he watched blankly as Watson summoned the Land of the Dead and sealed Moriarty inside the black hole. He wiped his cold sweat.

Moriarty had just morphed into a black hole when a powerful suction force came from the sky, almost dragging him into it. Moriarty’s might worried him, and what made him even more terrified was that Blackmoon Town faced a devastating attack that could destroy a city. However, Blackmoon Town was unscathed.

It was only then that he realized he had utterly misunderstood that business partner.

The residents of Blackmoon Town have a platinum-tier ring and a space hidden here full of dead individuals. Blackmoon Town, in Gerant’s opinion, was formerly a formidable group capable of fusing silver and gold-tier items. He had, however, changed his mind. That town was full of secrets, and the fusion item was just one of them.

He could not help but be concerned as a result.

After all, he was the one who brought Moriarty. Even if the black hole he released had done no harm, it had engulfed several houses built of giant rock golems and smashed them. Each of those giant rock golems was worth 1,000 gold coins. Blackmoon Town had lost at least a hundred thousand gold coins as a result of Moriarty’s attack. If Watson pursued the case, the blame would undoubtedly rest on him.

Gerant’s expression darkened. He could only take out so much money after he had emptied his pockets. While he was preoccupied with wins and losses, the residents of the other two towns looked like they had just survived a disaster. They panted and stroked their chests.

“That magical beast is far too strong. It is at least platinum-tier. I was surprised to see such a formidable beast near the border.”

“However, Young Master Watson of Blackmoon Castle remains the most powerful. He could deal with a platinum-tier magical beast. As one would expect from the disciple of the kingdom’s best mage! It is all because of him. We would have died if he had not been here today.”

They knew they were destined to perish the moment they saw Moriarty dissolve into an infinite black hole. Fortunately, there was a giant rock golem blocking their path, followed by the Land of the Dead, which Watson had called to seal the entrance to the black hole.

Many of them still thought about the amazing spectacle of the undead army travelling upstream on a massive ship. The effect of that scene was even greater than Moriarty’s transformation into a black hole. After all, the unknown was the most terrifying thing. The simplest notion of their presence, with so many unseen zombies that stared at them, made their hair stand on end.

Watson’s influence of fusing the innumerable goldbiter rats and transforming them into platinum-tier magical beasts had also diminished.

“It is all over.”

Watson stood there, listening to the sounds of explosions from the Land of the Dead, and casually snapped his fingers.

Bada!

He had fused a peculiar diamond-tier building to create the Land of the Dead. It would absorb the deceased and lock them in the land indefinitely. In exchange, the imprisoned souls would not get old or die there.

A massive black hole emerged in the sky as a result of the sound of snapping fingers. A shattered ship plummeted from the sky. There were pitch-black waves that suggested death along the way. On the ship, there were numerous skeletons or rotting zombies. They were attempting to repair their shattered arms and rotten eyeballs.

On the deck of the ship, a strange man in a tattered robe, half flesh and half bones, floated down. He knelt on one knee toward Watson. His purple hair was in a spiral shape, and it floated upward spontaneously in an anti-gravity posture.