My Fusion System: Fusing a Thousand Chickens at the Start Chapter 230 – The Qualifications To Become A King

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Moriarty's body was reassembled according to Watson's wish.

Moriarty's fur was dull, and several of his wounds had yet to heal when he was reassembled. The Heaven-devouring Rat King did not have an extraordinary ability to heal. He could recover no matter what kind of hurt he received, but there was a limit, and Watson's attacks had definitely extended beyond his boundaries.

Furthermore, his mental afflictions were more severe than his physical disabilities.

“Kill me, Watson! I have already given the goldbiter rats the go-ahead. Those cities must have been demolished by now. You must bear the sins of those who died for the rest of your life. I condemn you to have nightmares every night and to die horribly. Do you want me to show you the deplorable condition of those cities and villages right now?”

Moriarty yelled, his eyes red.

He still did not understand why Watson had assaulted him or what had gone wrong in his life. Watson would have to admit defeat unless he ignored those lives and was a more wicked person than him. If Watson were a kind person, he would let Watson bear the shackles of his soul for the rest of his life.

When the individuals in the room watched Watson make such a judgment, they would assume Watson was a harsh person. Nobody would trust his words. Instead, they would be wary of him. If they could see that scene, Moriarty would feel that he had profited from his death. His death would destroy Watson.

“There is no need because the things you said will not occur. If you are curious, you can inquire why.”

Watson's voice was carried far away by his combat aura, which blanketed Blackmoon Town.

“Everyone in Blackmoon Town, pay attention. I am going to seize the opportunity to present your Wish for the World ring to the world.”

“The Blackmoon Knights will obey your orders, Young Master Watson!”

The first wave of organized yells rang out from the sky. Dozens of Blackmoon Knights soared in front of Watson in an ordered fashion, each with several sets of combat aura wings of different colors on their backs. They bent reverently on one knee and extended their fingers toward him, which had the Wish for the World ring.

“The mages in Blackmoon Castle will follow Young Master Watson's directions.”

The mages, led by Watson's second sister, Nindy, was close behind. They launched a flying spell and floated through the air, twirling the rings in their hands.

Finally, there was a surge of even louder voices.

“The maids of Blackmoon Castle are willing to allow the world to use the Wish for the World ring. Please state your wish, Young Master Watson.”

Whether it was the maids or the refugees who had joined Blackmoon Town, whether they were cooking in the kitchen or cleaning their apartments, they all ran out of the chamber and lined up to offer Watson their fingers. More than 100,000 people yelled at the same time. The sound waves gathered and dispersed the clouds in the sky.

Moriarty was taken aback, even though he had no idea what those people would do. Why did those folks continue to have faith in Watson?

“Do you realize what Watson has done, you moron? He will kill more than half of those at the border. Among those folks could be your friends and family! He is an evil person who disregards life. If he is this vicious at this age, he will only get worse in the future. If he can give up other people's lives at the border today, then he can certainly give up yours in the future.”

Moriarty's voice was hoarse. Everyone in Blackmoon Town, however, stared at him with scorn after they heard his statements.

“Isn't it true that you are an idiot? You have no idea what Young Master Watson has brought us. Not only did he give us strength, but he also gave us a life that we could never experience in our lives! Our lives were given by our parents, and Young Master Watson provides our livelihood. If he wants our lives, he only needs to say a word, let alone waste a chance to make a wish.”

The person who spoke was the Blackmoon Knights captain, Allen. He had a serious look on his face. After he finished speaking, he hesitated for a moment before he said, “Of course, it's best if Young Master Watson doesn't need our lives. I still can't bear to die.”

He could not bear to die; it was not that he would not.

He had met his best friends and competitors in Blackmoon Castle, as well as his best boss. One could say that Blackmoon Castle was his home, and the people there were his family. How could he bear to die and let his family grieve?

“Lord Moriarty, I don't know what you've experienced in the past, but you seem very keen on describing me as a bad person. Although I can't claim to be a good person, I'm definitely not a bad person. I just want to live well and make my family and friends happy. I will grant death to anyone who offends me,” Watson said calmly.

He was not a great person, but an ordinary person who wanted to protect the people around him. Fortunately, everyone around him was similar. One for all and all for one; that was the reason.

“Now, I will announce my wish. I want to move all the goldbiter rats across the border to Blackmoon Town. The price is to use one year of my life.”

There was a limit to a single wish made on the world ring. One could not make a wish that exceeded the diamond tier. However, what if everyone made a wish together?

He did not use Antonio's life as the price. Instead, he used his own. It was not as if he did not know that Antonio's condition was not suitable for him to use his life. Antonio had wanted to save Moriarty. He had to show his master that he would not let him interfere.

“We shall make a wish to move the goldbiter rats to Blackmoon Castle. The price is to use up one year of each of our lives.”

The wishes of more than 100,000 people resounded in the sky. The rings in each of their hands emitted a dazzling light. Countless stars gathered and formed a spectacular gate in the air. Inside the gate, one after another, pitch-black goldbiter rats fell from the inside like dumplings; they fell into Blackmoon Castle.

As a result of their high altitude fall, some of the goldbiter rats were squashed into minced meat. After landing on the ground, some of the stronger ones began to devour their comrades' flesh and blood, causing them to split apart. There were also several formidable silver or perhaps gold-tier goldbiter rats flying around in the skies. The buzzing sound of their fluttering wings was irritating.

However, no matter how powerful the goldbiter rats were, they all showed a fearful face as they fell on the ground and subconsciously retreated.

The goldbiter rats shared the same consciousness. Their consciousness belonged to Moriarty, and they could feel his fear.

“What is going on with those people? Didn't they say that only the evil men would have control over their own destinies? However, why are those individuals so feeble that they can unleash such deadly power?”

Moriarty realized that his scheme had failed. He had a feeling that all the goldbiter rats had been relocated to Blackmoon Castle. He could no longer threaten Watson. It was not Watson, nor the mighty Sylvan or Antonio, who had done it. Instead, there was a collection of regular folks who were nothing more than ants in his eyes.

If one said that only bad individuals who conspired against others and trampled them under their feet could control fate, how could he explain the spectacle in front of him? He had entrusted his back to another and even gave his life to someone else. Could such a person be called a bad person?

Moriarty felt that his years of belief had collapsed. At that moment, he saw Watson raise his hand and say four words to all the goldbiter rats that had fallen to the ground. “System Fusion.”

Swoosh!

Countless goldbiter rats died at the same moment. Their bodies merged into rays of light, forming the Heaven-devouring Rat King, a platinum-tier magical beast identical in size to him but with a stronger aura.

Almost at the same time, he felt that he had lost control over all the goldbiter rats. Despair appeared on his face.

“The goldbiter rat swarm has been dealt with; now, it's your turn.”

Watson approached Moriarty and shook his fist in front of more than 100,000 people in Blackmoon Town. His expression was unflappable. “That next punch is for all the people of Blackmoon Town because you've squandered a year of their life. Do you admit to your crime?”

Moriarty did not dare to raise his head to gaze straight into Watson's eyes as he faced him, who was unwavering. Watson's sensitive body and a pair of spotlessly clean shoes were all he could see.

Time seemed to have reverted to the day ten years ago when he met the King. Watson's silhouette had progressively merged with the King's. Watson was obviously not the same as the king, yet he had comparable quality to him. It was a quality that could command thousands of troops and stand above millions of people. That quality could be called the nature of a leader, but Moriarty was more willing to call it the quality of a king.

“I see, I understand.”

Moriarty grinned, revealing his sharp teeth. The King had not lied to him ten years ago. Indeed, evil people could live longer than good people, but the King had hidden something from him. In that world, besides evil people and good people, there was another kind of person, and that was people who were born different from the rest.

They were mere mortals, whether they were good or horrible people. The last type was geniuses. They were both historical heroes and stars who could be seen in the sky. They understood that. Moriarty realized that his existence was a touch pitiful. At the same time, he was aware that he would not live through the day.

“Watson, I want you to die!”

Moriarty's body was engulfed in a pitch-black blaze. That flame shattered the air and burnt across space, transforming it into a black hole that emitted a powerful attracting force. It spanned thousands of meters and wholly replaced the sky.

The super-large black hole was the strongest ability mastered by the Heaven-devouring Rat King. That was a peak platinum-tier spell. He had sacrificed his life to advance that move to the diamond tier.

The sky was pitch-black, and the earth was pushed by unbounded gravity. Countless rock fragments fell into the black hole, and even Watson's giant rock golem mansion, which he had previously fused, was hauled up shakily, with many sucked into the black hole. The formidable platinum-tier summoned beasts were destroyed in the black hole in less than a second, leaving no dregs behind.

The entire universe seemed to have been turned upside down. The sky had transformed into the ground, and the earth had transformed into the sky. Everything was plummeting to the ground.

The black hole was the singularity of all things. It could even swallow the stars, not to mention a person or a town.

The aftermath of the spell was powerful enough to uproot Blackmoon Town, let alone Watson, who was at the epicenter of the magic. The ancient knight's body armor split into bits, transforming into dark strips of cloth absorbed by the black hole. His hair also fluttered in the wind. It was as if his scalp was about to be torn off.

He was, however, unfazed. He was unconcerned about his own safety. He simply extended his right hand to Moriarty and clasped it softly.

“Land of the Dead activated.”

The entire Blackmoon Town was covered in darkness. The Land of the Dead, with which he had previously fused, descended. Countless zombies transformed from phantoms into real beings and jumped into the sky one after the other. They blocked the black hole with their bodies. After the black hole shattered the initial layer of the undead, they were swiftly resurrected in the Land of the Dead, and they went to block the black hole again. The undead used their bodies to build a staircase that led to the heavens. A black wave followed the stairs that covered the sky, as well as a massive undead ship.

Countless undead tore at the black hole, and the massive ship transporting the dead sailed against the current. That scene that was like the end of the world was deeply imprinted on everyone's eyes. Then, the ship of the undead and the black hole collided.

Boom!

Watson rapidly sealed off the Land of the Dead, rendering it illusory. All of the weird occurrences vanished from Blackmoon Town, leaving only a violent explosion from another dimension.

Chapter end