My Fusion System: Fusing a Thousand Chickens at the Start

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Chapter 196: Why Did You Destroy The Ruins?
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The border count also knew the Time Stripping spell?

That spell was the reason he lost to an astrologer the last time. Sylvan’s Time Stripping spell appeared to be on par with the astrologer’s spell, if not stronger than that.

Under the pure white body, there was a power that was hundreds of times stronger than before. That power made him shudder from the bottom of his heart.

Phew!

Nightingale, who was on the sidelines watching the battle, exhaled a sigh of relief. She felt relieved. She had foreseen Lord Sylvan to lose, but as expected, Lord Sylvan’s might would not be conquered so easily. It seemed like the scenario had reversed.

Watson’s strength was not insignificant; he had forced Sylvan, who was the strongest mage in the kingdom, to that extent. That kid was not even comparable to her a few months ago, but it seemed like he had progressed to such a level. Nightingale sighed; it was what she had expected of the border count’s child. He had good genes.

She was there when the astrologer and Sylvan discussed whether Watson was his illegitimate child. She heard Lord Sylvan acknowledge Watson’s identity, so she stood by and watched the battle as it progressed. She did not stop it. It was a father-son showdown, so she did not interfere.

“Watson, the battle is over. If you admit your mistake now and give me the rights to explore the ruins, I’ll let it go.”

After he entered the Time Stripping spell state, Sylvan’s voice overlapped, as if countless of himself spoke simultaneously.

“Who said I lost?”

Watson put down the hand that was rubbing his forehead and clenched his fists.

“What other trump cards do you have? Do you want to cast the Time-Stripping spell like I did? I advise you not to waste your energy.”

Among all the spells Sylvan had mastered, the Time Stripping spell had the most significant strength. The only spell that could withstand it was the same Time Stripping spell. At the same time, that also had the highest cost to pay.

The time-stripping spell would force him to weaken himself to take power from his past self constantly. In other words, it would take time to accumulate. He had stayed dormant at the border for ten years to nurture that spell. He could only summon a maximum of three thousand of his past selves.

How old was Watson? How many past selves could he obtain when he was only ten years old? How could he compare to him?

With that thought in mind, Sylvan noticed Watson take a deep breath and begin to chant the spell in Loen. Watson had tasted the sweetness after he tried to cast the spell in the Loen language.

Watson’s body condensed a layer of time aura as the spell formed. It was a prelude to the release of the Time Stripping spell, but it was not exactly the same.

When Sylvan noticed the long river above Watson’s head, he attempted to figure out what was unusual. It was the long river of time, and he could see the ancient castle ruins and shifting mountains and rivers in the distance.

More than 20 people walked out of the long river of time slowly. They looked like Watson, and their bodies had a platinum-tier aura as they arrived at Watson’s side.

“This is...Time Stripping? What kind of spell is this?” Sylvan was dumbfounded.

Time stripping was a spell that would fuse one’s past selves into one’s body, but the spell that Watson had used summoned his past selves instead.