Typhlix

Colossals, Titans, and Demonic Beasts rule over a world where no weapon, no bullet, and no missile can pierce their nearly impenetrable hides. Ruthless, cunning, and more brutal than any human, these creatures brought humanity to the edge of extinction.

When half the population fell, a harsh truth emerged: only a monster could defeat a monster: ONLY A MONSTER COULD KILL A MONSTER.

Humanity became monsters.

In this world, one could only become stronger by fusing, merging and splicing their cells with monsters to become Exomorphers!

Ezra reincarnated into this world with a cheat system that allowed him to fuse ordinary farm animals into higher grade monsters!

[You have fused 100 sheeps, 100 horses, 100 cat-fishes and 100 chicken together!]

[Congratulations, you have acquired a Mythical Qilin!]
…

[You have fused 100 lions, 100 eagles, 50 magma salamanders together!]

[Congratulations, you have acquired a Mythical Inferno Griffin!]

…

[You have fused   100 parrots, 100 diamonds, 100 fireflies, and 50 flamingos together!]

[Congratulations, you have acquired a Mythical Crystal Phoenix!]

…


While others risks their lives and spend their family fortunes to tame legendary beasts, Ezra only fuses farm animals to create mythical beasts!

Ezra’s Dad: “W-where are my chickens!?”

Ezra: “ A flying mythical beast attacked and ate them all!”

Ezra’s Dad: “A thousand of them!?”

Ezra: “Uhm. It was very hungry.”

(Note: This is not your regular beast taking novel. The beasts are no where near cute nor is there a special cuddly bond between Host and Symbiote!)

Monster Symbiosis With Fusion System

"Laying a hand in the Priestess, do you actually want your entire seven generations annihilated?" Ligna said coldly as his golden hair floated in mid air.

"…So what if it is? And so what if it isn't?" Ezra slowly walked nearer. "Do you still imagine that any of you can still walk away from this place alive?"

Ligna appeared before Ezra in the blink of an eye. His lion claws shot at Ezra's head pencil straight.

Just as his claws were about to make contact with Ezra's forehead…

A formless tongue of scorching flint exploded in midair, blocking the flawed hand for an instant.

"A meaningless struggle," a low growl rumbled.

Copious amounts of dense invisible air enveloped them.

With the sound of a slap, a silvery white arm that looked as if it was covered in a layer of thick spiky firs broke out of the smog and grabbed Ligna's arm firmly.

Dark Priestess!