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

Within the thick shadows of the forest, twenty bandits crouched like vultures awaiting a wounded prey. The red, tattered cloths over their heads gave them a ghostly, ritualistic look, faces hidden except for sharp, focused eyes. Leather cuirasses covered their torsos, blackened and battered from years of conflict, with iron spikes adorning their pauldrons like savage thorns.

Their arms rippled with lean muscle, each man gripping a twin-bladed axe that had tasted both coin and blood.

These weren't mere highway thugs. Every one of them had the posture of killers, Novice-ranked axemen at the very least, honed by years of bush skirmishes and town raids. They had watched Kaelor's caravan for a full day, hidden like shadows among the trees, gauging the convoy, identifying strengths and weaknesses.

And all eyes had eventually locked on that, the massive, chained beast with three heads and molten fury in its eyes.

Robbing The Robbers