The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel...

Chapter 288 The Dongtata Clan

Dressrosa was plunged into unprecedented chaos, and the entire city had become a living hell.

Fierce battles erupted everywhere in the streets and alleys, with shouts of killing, screams of agony, and the clash of weapons intertwining to create a symphony of death and destruction.

Those opportunistic pirates and outlaws, like a group of sharks smelling blood, ran rampant in the city.

They stormed into homes, looted property, and without hesitation wielded their knives against anyone who resisted.

Some people went even further, committing arson, murder, and looting. Flames raged and spread between houses, and thick smoke obscured the sky.

Innocent people fled in terror, but had nowhere to escape, and the entire city was shrouded in an atmosphere of fear and despair.

These horrific scenes, like sharp blades, pierced King Liku's heart with deep pain.

His weathered face was filled with pain and self-reproach, and his eyes glistened with tears of grief and indignation.

As the former king of this country, he had a deep love for this land and its people. Now, seeing his people suffering so much, his heart felt as if it were being burned by fire.

"King Riku!!"

His subordinates called out to him anxiously, their eyes filled with expectation and urging.

They knew that in this chaotic situation, King Riku was the only key figure who could stabilize the people's hearts and stop the disaster.

After his subordinates' earnest persuasion, King Riku finally slowly raised his head, and a rekindled determination rekindled in his eyes.

He decided to temporarily set aside his own burdens and step forward to stop the chaos that was consuming the country.

At the SMILE factory, Wes was carefully searching for something.

Finally, he found the imprisoned Tontatta princess Mansherry in a secluded corner of the factory.

Mansherry was so small and cute, she wasn't even as long as one of Wes's fingers.

Her delicate face was filled with fear and unease, and her small body was curled up in the corner like a frightened little bird.

"Hello, Princess Mansherry." Wes kept his voice as low as possible, as soft as a breeze rustling through flowers, afraid that raising his voice even slightly would frighten the fragile little one.

"Who are you??" Mansherry looked up at Wes with a mixture of doubt and wariness in her eyes.

"I'm here to save you."

Weiss said with a smile, his smile full of goodwill.

"That's great!! Thank you so much!!"

Mansherry's eyes lit up with surprise, and she jumped up excitedly, her little face turning rosy with excitement.

The Dongtata clan is pure and kind by nature, their minds as clear as a stream, without any impurities.

This is precisely why they have a fatal weakness: they are easily deceived by a single word from someone else.

They were tricked into becoming slaves in this underground factory by the Don Quixote family with a lie that couldn't be simpler.

During their days of enslavement, they offered no resistance whatsoever, simply hoping that the other party would keep their promise, unaware that they were being ruthlessly deceived and exploited all along.

"The Donquixote Family has been defeated by me. You can go home now," Wes said softly.

"That's wonderful!" Mansherry cheered.

As Mansherry cheered, more and more Dongtata people gathered around after hearing the commotion.

They had come with the intention of rescuing their princess, but when they saw a tall, unfamiliar figure standing next to her, they immediately became wary.

"Release the princess!!" they shouted, grabbing their makeshift weapons and preparing to fight Wes.

"No, he's a good person," Mansherry hurriedly explained.

She recounted in detail how Wes found her and informed her that the Don Quixote family had been defeated.

Upon hearing this, the Dontata people put down their weapons and looked at Wes with adoration, as if he were their savior.

Wes suddenly felt a pang of guilt for deceiving these innocent little ones.

A pang of guilt welled up in his heart; after all, these Dongtata people were so innocent and naive.

However, when he thought about how his precious herbs needed careful care, he forcibly suppressed this guilt.

"It's dangerous outside..." Wes began to coax the Tontatta tribesmen.

He vividly described the paradise he had found, a place with fertile land, clear streams, and a mild climate, free from war and danger, like a fairyland on earth.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

The Donta tribe was indeed very easy to fool; after hearing Wes's description, their eyes were filled with longing.

They immediately believed Wes's words and, without hesitation, took him back to the miniature kingdom they had built underground in the forest on Greenbit Island—the Kingdom of Tontatta.

The entire kingdom was abuzz with activity as they embarked on a massive migration.

Guided by Weiss, they gradually migrated into Weiss's space.

The Dongdada clan possesses magical abilities; they claim that there is no plant in the world that they cannot cultivate.

That's exactly what Weiss valued; with them, the precious herbs he cultivated would be carefully tended.

Looking at these busy little figures, he felt both guilty and full of anticipation, hoping that his herbs would thrive under the care of the Dongtata people.

Furthermore, Wes didn't lie entirely about how the Tontatta tribe wouldn't be attacked by external enemies under his protection.

Dressrosa, once a bustling and vibrant city, has now descended into even greater chaos.

The streets, already rife with battles due to the downfall of the Don Quixote family, were now in complete chaos.

Not only were the greedy and opportunistic pirates running rampant in the city, burning, killing, and looting, but even the gladiators who usually took pride in fighting in the arena lost their minds in this chaotic situation and began to join the ranks of robbers.

The gladiators fixed their gazes on the King's Highlands.

That place once symbolized power and wealth in Drosrosa, and in their imagination, it must have been hiding countless treasures that the Don Quixote family had amassed over the years.

"Take this place down!! There must be the Don Quixote family's treasure inside."

A burly gladiator wielding a giant sword brandished his weapon, shouting loudly. His eyes gleamed with greed, as if he could already see mountains of gold and silver treasures before him.

(End of this chapter)