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

Kaelor flipped through the brittle pages of the worn book, his brows knitting tighter with each turn. Crude illustrations of sword swings filled the parchment, vertical slashes, diagonal cuts, and horizontal strokes so basic that even a militia recruit would scoff at them.

Every page seemed to echo simplicity, too much simplicity.

Accompanying these drawings were long, winding passages filled with the writer's philosophical ramblings. The sword, it claimed, was not the true weapon. "The heart is the blade. The soul, its edge." Page after page, the writer preached about will, intent, and purpose, delving more into why one fought rather than how.

Massive Purchase