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

An obese man stood atop the stone ramparts, his rich velvet cloak rustling softly in the night wind. Below him, slaves in chains trudged out of the gate in silence, the clatter of iron shackles echoing faintly behind the creaking of wagon wheels. Dozens of torches illuminated the convoy's departure, casting flickering shadows across the muddy road.

To commission such a transfer in this part of the realm, and at such a scale, meant power. Money. Authority. And Baron Garrick Fenlan knew it.

"Kaelor Dravion," he said under his breath, his beady eyes narrowing into slits. "So… you're the one the Duke gave my rice town to."

A gleam of malevolence lit his gaze.

He could send three hundred well-trained Footmen and crush Kaelor's dreams in a week. But instead, the flesh on his face pulled back into a slow, wide smile, revealing his white teeth beneath his curled mustache.

Why would he waste troops… when he can let a fool build a fortune for him?

Fusing 300 Trained Hounds