Nemeth's Fusion System

"Ugh, it's awful," said Nemeth with a grimace.

With caution, the ten-year-old Nemeth held the dense black bread, gently placing it in his mouth without risking his teeth.

As the eighth son of a struggling baron at the Holy Dragon Kingdom's eastern edge, Nemeth considered himself fortunate to have bread for all his meals.

The Holy Dragon Kingdom, nestled at the world's heart, boasted eternal spring-like weather and bountiful harvests, which often bred laziness among its inhabitants. With tens of millions of residents, nobles were a rare sight, one in a thousand.

Yet, being noble doesn't guarantee a good life. Nobles were tasked with managing their land and paying hefty taxes annually. Unfortunately, Nemeth's family, the Garys, were in dire financial straits due to mismanagement.

Their hundred-acre farm lay neglected, overrun with weeds due to Nemeth's father's ineptitude at farming. Without their Turkey farm, starvation would loom.

Life was tough, exacerbated by his father's incompetence and his mother's nightly burdens.

"When will this end?" Nemeth sighed, choking down the bread.

"Nemeth, why are you dawdling? Come hunting with me. You've been surviving on salted mincemeat soup lately, and it's not looking good," called out a crisp voice, belonging to Scarlet, his elder sister.

Scarlet, just a year older, was dependable, though her hunting skills were average.

"You're not interested? Fine, stay and help with the chickens," Scarlet said, her excitement waning as she left.

At the backyard Turkey farm, Nemeth encounters his older brothers, Zeke and Zenoah, plotting to exchange eggs for toys.

"Keep quiet about this," Zeke whispered, showing off the eggs.

Nemeth, feeling disillusioned by his family's unreliability, pondered his miserable existence. Then, a revelation struck him.

He discovered he had the power to fuse creatures, starting with a hen, doubling its egg production.

Excited by the possibilities, Nemeth fused all the hens, transforming them into a magnificent Hen King.

"Congratulations, Host! You've successfully fused 1,080 hens. You've obtained a high-tier magical beast: Multicolor Fragrant Turkey!" announced the system.

Following the notification, the massive ball of light in front of Nemeth shattered, revealing its contents.

A majestic hen, over a meter tall, emerged, adorned with vibrant feathers that seemed to flicker like flames, topped with a golden crown.

With each step, a sweet aroma filled the air, soothing Nemeth's senses. The entire Turkey farm felt blessed by the presence of this colorful Turkey.

"A Multicolor Fragrant Turkey? Is this for real?" Nemeth blinked in disbelief.

Despite being in this world for only a few days, Nemeth had already learned a great deal. He knew about warriors with combat aura, mages mastering magical elements, and the existence of powerful magical beasts.

In this tiered system, from weakest to strongest, they were ranked as Iron, Bronze, Silver, Gold, Platinum, Diamond, Starlight, and Sovereign.

The hens before, including Nemeth, were mere ordinary folks, not even Iron-rank. But the Multicolor Fragrant Turkey, though not strong, possessed an irresistible effect.

To demonstrate, glowing words appeared above the turkey's head:

Subject to fuse: Multicolor Fragrant Turkey ;High-tier magical beast

Ability: lay a hundred eggs daily, each extending lifespan by a year and increasing strength by a hundred catties. Effects weaken with repeated consumption.

It was like a miracle falling from the sky.

Nemeth couldn't help but drool. Who wouldn't want a few more years of life? The Multicolor Fragrant Turkey's eggs surpassed the rumors. With continued consumption, he could become as strong as Hercules in months, a feat unimaginable for a ten-year-old.

Not only could he benefit, but his family's health would improve, and they could sell the extra eggs at a high price. While the daily production decreased, value soared.

An ordinary egg fetched one copper coin, but the Multicolor Fragrant Turkey's eggs were worth a gold coin each.

One gold coin equals a hundred silver coins, or 10,000 copper coins. Essentially, Turkey didn't lay eggs but gold!

Overwhelmed with excitement, Nemeth embraced the Multicolor Fragrant Turkey, dubbing it Emperor Poultry, the family's newfound fortune.

"Poultry, Poultry, Poultry," Emperor Poultry cried out, its voice resonating like thunder, before laying a heap of uniquely patterned, oversize eggs, each with a hard shell resembling art.

Unable to contain his curiosity, Nemeth cracked open an egg, reveling in its sweet taste and rejuvenating effects, his muscles visibly bulking up.

Meanwhile, in their room, Tobias and Kate reacted to the sudden commotion outside, pondering the source of the noise.

"Could it be a magical beast?" Kate suggested.

Tobias, a struggling baron, contemplated their meager existence, yet entertained the idea of attracting magical beasts for profit.

Their musings were interrupted by Nemeth's excited proclamation about their newfound wealth, ushering in a new era of prosperity for the family.

Inside the vast Turkey farm, the Multicolor Fragrant Turkey strode confidently, occasionally stooping to smooth out the uneven ground with its claws, evidently tending to its territory.

"It really is a Multicolor Fragrant Turkey! But where are the other chickens?" Tobias gawked at Emperor Poultry, astounded by its every move.

With a thousand hens previously inhabiting the farm, Tobias wondered if they'd all fallen prey to the high-tier magical beast. However, there were no traces of blood or bones, leaving him perplexed.

Upon Nemeth's revelation at the dining table, Tobias hastily led his family to the farm, eager for answers.

"Father, since the Multicolor Fragrant Turkey arrived, all the hens fled. They must have been scared off," Nemeth admitted sheepishly, keeping the system's significance a secret.

"They all ran away?" Tobias initially hesitated but accepted the situation, recognizing the Turkey's immense value. "It seems powerful magical beasts have strong territorial instincts. This Multicolor Fragrant Turkey is proud and likely won't tolerate ordinary hens. It's a blessing that it's chosen to stay."

Tobias, buoyed by the Turkey's potential, resolved to economize and utilize its egg-laying prowess to improve their lives.

But Scarlet's appetite threatened their plans. "This Turkey looks delicious. Let's cook it," she suggested, eliciting Tobias' dismay.

"Stupid Seventh Sister, how could you eat such a precious Turkey?" Zeke and Zenoah interjected, provoking Tobias's ire.

While Tobias contemplated how to handle their newfound wealth, Nemeth proposed a lucrative plan to harness the Turkey's egg-laying capacity.

Impressed by Nemeth's foresight, Tobias acknowledges his youngest son's astuteness, deciding to entrust him with the farm's management.

However, Zeke's practical concerns dampened their optimism. Tobias realized controlling the Multicolor Fragrant Turkey would pose challenges.

Nemeth, however, reassures them of his bond with the Turkey, demonstrating Emperor Poultry's unexpected affection towards him.

Despite their astonishment, Tobias and the others agree to Nemeth's plan, realizing the Turkey's value.

As they gathered for a meal, Kate distributed the eggs, each emitting a tantalizing aroma.

Nemeth savored the egg delicately, appreciating its flavor and envisioning a promising future with the Multicolor Fragrant Turkey.

Amidst their indulgence, Tobias solemnly announced Nemeth's new responsibility, cementing their hopes for prosperity.