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 blinked. "Alone?" Even he knew that forging a hundred iron-ranked Mountain Sabers, each weighing six to seven pounds, was an enormous feat for a single blacksmith.

"Of course, My Lord. Return in a month."

Kaelor nodded once and left the forge. He made his way straight to his room and brought out the Swordmaster booklet.

"System, fuse whatever knowledge is in this book with me."

As expected. This was no ordinary text, it had been written by a Swordmaster.

Blue flames engulfed the booklet, lifting it gently into the air as if carried by unseen hands. One by one, the pages detached themselves, fluttering like leaves in the wind, and began to encircle Kaelor.

He watched, wide-eyed, as golden letters lifted off the parchment, glowing brilliantly before they hurtled toward him. The sudden burst of motion made him flinch and shut his eyes, but he felt nothing.

Expert Swordsman Kaelor