My Fusion System: Fusing a Thousand Chickens at the Start

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Chapter 386: Holy Relics
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

[Peak diamond-tier puppet: the King of Time]

[Ability: retains all of the Eight-arm War God’s abilities.]

[Additional abilities: Time Reversal (can be activated when receiving damage, restoring one’s body to its optimal state before taking any damage, that ability can be used on others), Time Blade (uses a time gap to create a cut, dealing damage to a diamond-tier elite), Absolute Speed (up to the speed of light), Time Gap (the body is hidden in the time gap, preventing the enemy from attacking it).]

After fusing the Clock of Life, the Eight-arm War God immediately evolved. Its original eight arms had become ten. The two additional arms had a smooth surface and were inlaid with silver-white clock plates. The scales were changing at will; the other arms had more or less formed a clock-shaped outer shell.

On the face of the originally feminine puppet, the two pitch-black eyes had turned silver-white. The black needle inside was rotating bit by bit. As the needle moved, time around the puppet distorted, making its body disappear at will, and it was faintly discernible.

“Not bad; that puppet can control time.. Compared to ordinary diamond-tier experts, that puppet is even better.”

Watson was delighted with the newly fused outcome. He controlled the King of Time puppet to wave its right hand toward the collapsed mansion.

Along with the King of Time’s actions, the clock-shaped outer shell began to rotate, emitting brilliant colors as it enveloped the mansion before him. It caused the collapsed mansion to stop and gradually turned to an undamaged state as if time had reversed.

The mansion had already collapsed by more than half, but under everyone’s watchful eyes, it returned to its original state in just a few seconds. There was not even a single crack on the wall.

“What on earth is going on? That inexplicable huge puppet and its terrifying power! Who is that youth?”

Among the people who had run out of the mansion, a fat man with a handlebar mustache stared at the sky with an ugly expression. His mustache trembled. His name was McGee Campbell, Armand’s and the Campbell family’s eldest son.

A tall and thin middle-aged man stood near him; the man did not look at the sky. Instead, his eyes stared gloomily at the mansion that was in perfect condition with a worried expression. “McGee, don’t you care about our family’s matters at all? Just over an hour ago, a youth called Watson had beat up my son, Augustus. He’s the young man sitting on the shoulder of the huge puppet in the sky. Who can catch him? D*mn it! Father originally planned to punish that young man here, but how did things turn out like that? Augustus is still in the mansion. Is he alright?”

The tall and thin man ridiculed McGee in an unfriendly tone. It was Newman, the Campbell family’s second son.

“Newman, why should I care about the family’s matters? Haven’t you always been in charge of the family’s various businesses? Furthermore, you have a good son. Father has already decided to hand the Campbell family to him in the future. Now that such a major incident has happened, you can only blame yourself for being negligent in managing Augustus. I’ve heard of Watson. He’s Master Antonio and the Sword Saint’s disciple.”

McGee had no intention of helping Newman. Instead, he mocked and ridiculed him.

Even though he was the family’s eldest son, McGee had always been inferior to his younger brother in terms of ability. It was not only that, but he also could not have children. That caused him to be excluded from the list of candidates to be the family’s successor. McGee frequently went to places of pleasure for that purpose. He even bought a large number of medicinal herbs from the black market in an attempt to cure his illness. Unfortunately, it was all to no avail.