My Fusion System: Fusing a Thousand Chickens at the Start - Chapter 136
Chapter 136: Healing The Body
Margaret stared out of the window as her mind raced.
She was the family’s third-youngest child; she was a year older than Scarlet. She had loved reading since she was a child.
She had read most of the books they had in the family, and she was an intelligent girl because of her habit. Unfortunately, she did not have any talent for cultivation.
Lack of cultivation talent a life of slavery in that world. However, she did not care about that.
She believed that the value of a person did not lie in their strength or physical pleasure but the satisfaction of their spirit. The body was only a shell, and the soul was a person’s self. Therefore, she hid in her room under the pretext of social fear; she spent her time writing manuscripts as she created her own story.
She did not have any mental illness.
She was just a little disappointed in the world. She longed to find freedom from her imagination. Her dream was to become a best-selling novelist and show her ideas to people who agreed with her.
“Well, today’s creation is not finished yet.”
Margaret closed the curtains again.
She had written a simple story—a heroine named Margaret had been captured by a dragon and eventually rescued by a prince from a powerful kingdom; they lived happily ever after.
She was the inspiration for the protagonist. She had written about how the dragon had captured the princess a few months ago, but there had been no progress since then. She had never seen a real dragon; she had only heard about them in fairy tales. So, she was not satisfied with the image of the evil dragon that she had conjured in her mind.
“Should I relax my reservations about it? Anyway, my future readers probably won’t know what a real dragon looks like too.”
Only the Holy Dragon Kingdom’s royal family had a real dragon. Another poor noble family would never see a real dragon in their lifetime.
Margaret sat back on the bed with that thought in mind, picked up a quill from the table, dipped it in ink, and was about to write on the manuscript. Suddenly, she stopped. She could feel a warm current of air that gathered behind her back. It was as if something was about to break out of her body.
Buzz!
A pair of fiery red wings appeared behind her back. They burned with flames as they flapped gently; it caused the temperature of the room to rise.
She was not surprised by that change. She had studied all year round, so she knew that Watson had brought her a Phoenix egg, and she knew its effect.
The food that her family had sent her those days had some magical effects too. She had been hiding in the room all year round, so her body was weaker than an average person. However, she had gained weight with the nourishment from that food, and coupled with the Phoenix Egg, Margaret could feel that her strength had increased.
“Well, I think I am comparable to the bronze-tier warriors in terms of strength. Of course, I don’t have enough combat experience.”
Margaret made that hypothesis with a calm expression. She had decided, a long time ago, that she would not care about any changes in her physical body.
What did it matter if she was strong or weak? That would not bring her happiness.
She belonged in that small room; no one could ever make her leave it. She was convinced of that little fact.
Roar!
At that moment, she heard a deafening roar. It was so clear that it sounded like a mountain had collapsed. The explosive sound shook the window violently, and it also resounded in her soul.
It sounded exactly the same as the dragon roar that she heard in the morning.
She rushed toward the window and pulled the curtains open. Then, she stuck her head outside for the very first time and saw a platinum dragon.
The platinum dragon raised its long neck and looked at the sky in the distance. Its body was tens of meters in height; it looked like a small mountain. It rose from the window in front of her, and its expanded wings left a shadow on her face. Its golden eyes were filled with coldness, and its two long curved dragon horns reflected the cold light under the sunlight.
The manuscript and quill in her hand fell onto the ground. Margaret did not care; she was too stunned to do anything.
Was that the real dragon that she had been longing to see?
It was so noble, mysterious, and powerful.
Dozens of knights in silver-tier armor and long capes stood beneath the dragon; they were looking at it nervously as they shouted. Margaret could not hear them clearly; she felt as if she was in a mythical story.
“So the dragon roar I heard that morning was real. There’s a dragon at home?”
Margaret forgot that she had vowed never to step a foot out of her room; she rushed out to take a look.
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Watson walked to his fifth brother, Peter’s, room and knocked on the door.
“Fifth Brother, I brought you food.”
There was no response in the room, but Watson did not care. He knew that his brother was definitely in the room. After all, his brother was always sick and could not go anywhere. He chose to use teleportation to enter the room directly.
Whoosh!
Watson entered the room with a soft sound.
The room was spotless and tidy; everything was white. Amidst the snow-white space, a young man with short green hair and amber eyes who looked somewhat similar to him laid on the bed. He stared at the curtains that flapped in the wind, and his expression was somewhat absent-minded.
The young man was about 14 years old, and he was skinny and weak. His cheeks were sunken, and there was not much fat on his wrists and calves.
As if he sensed that someone had entered the room, the young man turned his head and coughed twice. “Are you Watson?”
The young man smiled when he recognized his visitor. He continued to say, “I remember hugging you when I was younger. I can’t believe that you have grown so much in only a few years that I haven’t seen you. Time really flies! Are you here to bring me food today? I’m very sorry to trouble you. I didn’t hear the door just now. How did you get in?”
Peter’s voice was a little low; he sounded confused.
“I teleported in, just like that.” Watson took a step forward and instantly disappeared from where he was; then, he appeared in front of Peter and held his hand.
Even though it was the first time he had seen the young man in front of him, Watson had an inexplicable sense of closeness to him—that was his biological brother.
Teleportation?
Peter’s pupils narrowed. After a moment, he snapped back to his senses and smiled. He looked surprised and relieved. “Mother often spoke about training, so I know that teleportation is the symbol of a gold-tier warrior. I did not expect you to be a gold-tier warrior at such a young age. How wonderful! I was wondering why the food at home has become better, and the house seems to have grown a lot bigger.”
Peter sounded a little lonely when he said that. He had always been a burden to the family. Even the youngest child in the family had become so strong, and he could only lie in bed for the rest of his life.
“Fifth Brother, don’t say that. You can also be a powerful warrior if you want to.” Watson comforted Peter. Then, his brother said, “Watson, I know my condition, so there’s no need to comfort me.” He turned his head away; it made him a little anxious.
“Fifth Brother, I’m telling you the truth. I’m here to help you heal your body.” Watson took the Phoenix Egg from his pocket and placed it in front of Peter. The Phoenix egg dazzled, and it attracted Peter’s attention.
“This is an egg from a hybrid Phoenix. It’s a peak gold-tier medicinal herb. It can heal all injuries and also increase a person’s strength! With that egg, no matter what illness one has, or even if one is on the verge of death, it can cure that person.”
