DD_TheDreamer

Betrayed. Exiled. Murdered. Reborn.
In the war-torn land of Glory, power is everything and Duke Merlin's bastard son has none. Cast out to a starving border town beside the cursed Devil Forest, Kaelor and his mother were meant to die quietly.
But when assassins take her life and leave him bleeding in the mud, another soul awakens within him one from another world.
And with it, something else awakens too...
The Fusion System.
A power that lets him fuse nearly anything.
Fusing one starving soldier with a dead direwolf gave birth to a Dreadwolf Trooper.
Fusing one hundred wild dogs produced the monstrous Cerberus.
Fusing two crumbling forts created a living fortress bristling with autonomous ballistas.
From broken men and dead beasts, Kaelor will forge an army the world cannot understand and a dominion no one will dare challenge.

My Fusion System: Fusing Weak Soldiers with Direwolves at the Start

The noise of Graystone's bustling market faded the farther Kaelor walked, replaced by the distinct, quieter murmur of wealth. This was no longer the realm of hawkers and farmers shouting over baskets of onions or squabbling over copper coins.

This was the domain of silver and gold.

The Golden Scales Merchant Guild's camp was like a small city on its own, dozens of wagons arranged in neat rows, each one guarded, polished, and draped in cloth that shimmered faintly in the sunlight. Silk tents with golden embroidery fluttered like banners in the wind. Guards in chainmail stood at the edges, arms crossed, their polished halberds glinting.

Kaelor's eyes swept over the scene. Traders were dressed in fine robes and velvet coats, and customers moved in calm, confident strides, the way only those accustomed to power did. He could hear the muted discussions over prices, not in copper but in silver and gold, and in quantities that could buy villages.

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