Anime Girls are Moist

Chapter 1137 - 1,136: Donquixote Family, Dressrosa, and Rebecca!

The sunlight over Dressrosa always seemed to carry the sweet scent of flowers and sea breeze.

Windmills in the alleys turned lazily.

Citizens greeted one another with smiles, none of them noticing the portward shadow spreading across the sky—

Five massive ships bearing the Donquixote Family crest cut through the waves and anchored steadily in the harbor.

Doflamingo stepped down from the railing onto the dock.

His pink feather coat snapped and rustled in the wind, and behind his sunglasses his eyes were filled with undisguised greed and madness.

"Fuffuffuffu… look at this pretty little country. From now on, it's ours."

Trebol oozed up beside him, snot dangling as his sticky voice made people's skin crawl.

"You're absolutely right, Young Master. That old fool Riku can't stop us."

Diamante flicked his cape and curled his lips into a frivolous smile.

"Want me to go to the palace right now and twist the king's head off so you can kick it around like a ball?"

Pica stood to the side, booming in a muffled voice—though his shrill tone clashed horribly with his hulking frame.

"Young Master, if you give the order, we can flatten the entire palace in an instant."

Doflamingo lifted a hand to quiet them, his laughter steeped in a darkness that wouldn't dissolve.

"Don't rush. Killing him outright would be letting him off too easy."

"I want him to destroy everything he's protected with his own hands. I want every last person in Dressrosa to hate the royal family."

"Then I'll appear as the savior, sit on that throne in broad daylight, and do it all perfectly legally. Fuffuffuffu… now that's fun, isn't it?"

Inside the palace's grand hall, King Riku Doldo III held a pen, signing decrees meant to improve the people's lives.

The sun was bright outside, and he was still smiling as he spoke to the guard beside him—saying the flower season seemed longer than usual this year.

But the next second, his body locked up.

Countless threads—so fine they were almost impossible to see—wrapped around his limbs, his throat, and the wrist that gripped his sword.

"W-what… what is this?!"

Riku III clenched his teeth. Veins bulged across his body as he tried to break free from the invisible force.

But he had no control at all—like a marionette, he slowly drew the sword at his waist.

"No! Stop! Stop it—now!"

He roared, eyes bloodshot, tears mixing with cold sweat as they streamed down his face.

Yet his legs carried him out of the palace against his will, and the blade in his hand swung—also against his will—toward the citizens coming toward him.

Blood splattered across the palace's pristine white steps.

Screams, sobs, and desperate wails tore Dressrosa's sunlight to shreds in an instant.

The citizens stared in disbelief at their beloved king—watching him hack at unarmed people as if he'd gone mad.

The reverence in their eyes slowly turned into fear… and then into bone-deep hatred.

"The king's gone insane!"

"Riku III is insane! He's going to kill us!"

At the mouth of a nearby alley, Kyros felt his blood surge straight to his head.

He stared at the king being puppeteered by threads, at innocent people collapsing in pools of blood. His fists clenched so hard his knuckles went white, every muscle in his body drawn tight like a fully pulled bow.

"DOFLAMINGO!!"

He spotted him at once—standing on the palace roof, arms folded, watching like it was entertainment. That arrogant posture was like a red-hot needle stabbing into Kyros's heart.

Kyros snatched up a broken sword nearby and charged for the palace like a man possessed.

But the moment he reached the bottom of the steps, Diamante cut him off with a grin. With a casual flick of his longsword, he blocked Kyros's full-powered slash as if it were nothing…

"Oh? Isn't this the legendary undefeated hero, Kyros?"

Diamante's tone dripped with mockery.

"What, here to save your father-in-law?"

"Get out of my way!"

Kyros's eyes split wide with fury. His strikes were lethal, blow after blow.

But against a Donquixote executive, his attacks barely stirred the air.

Trebol's sticky body suddenly bubbled up from the ground, and viscous slime instantly wrapped around Kyros's ankles.

Gladius stood in the distance, fingertip bombs poised to detonate at any moment.

Pica simply manipulated the stone underfoot, hurling massive chunks of rock straight at Kyros.

Kyros fought with everything he had. He was covered in wounds.

Even his broken sword was knocked from his grasp—yet he still couldn't get within ten meters of Doflamingo.

All he could do was watch Riku III continue to be controlled… and watch more citizens fall into the blood-soaked streets.

That helplessness, sinking into his bones, felt like it was tearing him apart.

"Dad!"

A childish cry came from behind him.

Kyros froze and whipped around—only to see little Rebecca stumbling toward him.

Her face was soaked with tears, her tiny body shaking like a leaf in an autumn wind, her steps unsteady as she ran.

"Rebecca! Who told you to come here?! Go—run!"

Kyros's eyes turned red with panic as he tried to push his daughter away—

But his legs were pinned by slime. He couldn't move.

Rebecca threw herself into his arms, clinging tightly to his neck, sobbing so hard she could barely breathe.

"I don't want to go! Daddy! I'm scared!"

She looked at the blood everywhere, at the king swinging like a madman, at those vicious men—her little body trembling even harder.

Kyros could only hold her tightly against his chest, using his back to shield her from the flying rubble.

He bit down so hard his mouth filled with blood—yet there was nothing he could do.

And then—

A pressure beyond description suddenly blanketed all of Dressrosa.

The wind stopped.

The crying and screaming vanished in an instant, as if they'd been erased.

Everyone felt as though an invisible hand had clamped around their hearts, making even breathing difficult.

The smile on Doflamingo's face stiffened. For the first time, wariness flashed in the eyes behind his sunglasses as he jerked his head up toward the sky.

There—at some point unknown—a young man in black casual clothes was standing in midair.

It was Rei Ao.

He stood there quietly, unsupported by anything, his gaze calm as a bottomless lake. He swept his eyes over the chaos below without the slightest ripple of emotion.

Doflamingo stared him down, fingers tightening subtly as countless threads gathered at his fingertips, ready to launch.

"Fuffuffuffu… who the hell are you? You dare interfere with the Donquixote Family's business?"

Trebol oozed forward again, snot swinging as he spoke with blatant arrogance.

"Kid, I suggest you stop sticking your nose where it doesn't belong—unless you want to die without even knowing how!"

Diamante tightened his grip on his sword, the smile at his lips turning cold and vicious.

"Getting mouthy in front of Young Master… looks like you're tired of living."

Pica went even further—directly commanding the surrounding rock. A gigantic stone arm formed and slammed toward Rei Ao, his shrill voice sharp with rage:

"Die!"

But that stone arm—powerful enough to smash the entire palace into ruins—shattered into a storm of rubble the instant it neared Rei Ao, as if it had crashed into an invisible wall.