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Survival Day Ten: I Think Wendy is Just a Pet of Dofus…
Tenth Day of Survival
Donquixote Rosinante was Doflamingo’s biological younger brother. After witnessing Doflamingo kill their father years ago, he left his brother and wandered alone, unable to accept what had happened…
Years later, he reappeared before his biological brother, but had lost his voice and could no longer speak.
Doflamingo naturally attributed this to the trauma of that past incident. He would of course accept the only person in this world connected to him by blood, though this meant…
“Wendy, come here.” Doflamingo called out. The golden-haired loli who had been replacing the offering petals for Abigail’s urn looked up, then trotted over clutching her glittering Walking Stick.
Wendy had already unlocked the Skin Shop earlier, though the periodically updated Skin Packs weren’t always obtainable – they were even distributed through free lottery draws. However, she had acquired many basic items like chests, Walking Sticks, and tents through daily check-ins.
She had also obtained her own character skins, allowing her to frequently change into pretty outfits and hairstyles!
Although she could wear and change into the clothes Doflamingo gave her, they couldn’t maintain automatic cleanliness like the skin sets provided by the game.
Today she was wearing the “Rose” skin set she previously acquired – a pink coat with a small built-in capelet, with the floral decorations on her head replaced by roses. She had also changed Abigail’s flowers to matching roses, dressing them in sisterly outfits.
The Walking Stick in her hand was also a new skin – the Ram’s Head Walking Stick that scattered starlight specks when she walked.
“Doffy, what is it?” Wendy asked, tilting her head up with her big, adorable eyes.
Six years had passed, yet she remained unchanged from their first meeting, still looking like a young girl under fourteen. If Doflamingo didn’t know she hadn’t eaten the Hobby-Hobby Fruit, he would have been suspicious.
For now, he could only attribute it to side effects of that mysterious Don’t Starve Fruit she consumed.
Doflamingo sat down, finally bringing his gaze lower so Wendy wouldn’t have to strain her neck looking up.
He habitually reached out to pat her head and said, “My brother has arrived… I originally planned to give you the Heart position after Vergo leaves. But if you’re not suited for it, I’ll give it to Rosinante.”
It wasn’t that Wendy had to make way for his biological brother now that he was here… but Wendy herself never liked handling family affairs. She preferred creating various strange things and sticking close to him. While curious about other people and matters, she didn’t particularly care about them.
Doflamingo didn’t mind her remaining like this.
Of course, if Wendy were to explain, she could clarify – because Doflamingo was explicitly listed in the game system as her bound companion, she would naturally only communicate with him! Everyone else was just storyline NPCs to her.
As for handling family affairs… she was playing Don’t Starve, not Sail On, Wendy. She was only managing her own little home, not expanding business enterprises.
She had never appeared on the Navy’s wanted list so far because Doflamingo always made her hide during fights, and she herself had little interest in it—since Doflamingo would let her take whatever she wanted first from the loot after battles.
Because of this, when she heard Doflamingo say that, Wendy immediately shook her head: “I won’t be the Heart. If Vergo isn’t taking the position, let your brother do it.”
Hearing this response, Doflamingo wasn’t surprised. He nodded slightly to acknowledge her words and even gave her a promise: “Whether you’re the Heart or not, your status in the family won’t change.”
Wendy wasn’t surprised by this either, and her expression showed she took it for granted—wasn’t this obvious? Her status was equal to Doflamingo’s, so naturally Doflamingo’s subordinates were below her too!
“But this is the first time I’ve heard you have a brother, Dof. What’s he like? Does he look like you?” Wendy asked curiously.
After playing in this world for so long, the only system-recorded event she had experienced that was filed under [Viewable Major Events] was the execution at Loguetown six years ago, which was documented as [Pirate King Roger Execution Day].
Other minor incidents wouldn’t be saved unless she actively chose to record them, just like writing a diary.
The game [Starvation] was originally a sandbox game with high freedom and no mandatory tasks—the only requirement was [survival]. Consequently, Wendy had extremely high freedom in her actions. There were no system-assigned “quests”; everything was triggered for recording only after she actively explored and completed it.
Therefore, she didn’t go around talking to everyone like those RPG players obsessed with triggering quests. She preferred building homes, as evidenced by the structures she had established throughout the Donquixote Family’s territory.
But she was still very curious about Doflamingo’s brother.
“He… is very different from me.” For some reason, Doflamingo’s voice grew deeper. He paused, then gently stroked her long hair with the hand resting on her head. “I think you’ll get along well with him.”
When Rosinante saw Wendy, he couldn’t help but freeze.
It wasn’t because he was surprised to see a young girl among Doflamingo’s subordinates… after all, the Donquixote Family had many female members.
But Wendy seemed particularly special.
She appeared to be just a fragile ordinary girl with beautiful long golden curls cascading down, a dark red rose pinned in her hair, and an expression of naive innocence.
However, Rosinante wouldn’t mistake her for a regular little girl. Because she was sitting right beside Doflamingo, leaning against him. Not only did Doflamingo allow this, but everyone else’s attitude suggested it was completely normal.
Rosinante found himself observing her more closely.
He hadn’t come here because he missed his brother, but because he was on a secret undercover mission.
His true identity was that of a Navy Commander. After witnessing his elder brother kill their father years ago, he fled in panic. Later, he was adopted by the then-Navy Vice Admiral Sengoku and joined the Marines. Upon seeing reports about the Donquixote Family’s rampant expansion under Doflamingo’s leadership, he volunteered for this undercover mission.
Because of this… seeing such a seemingly out-of-place young girl in this group, he felt a trace of doubt in his heart—who was she? What was her relationship with Doflamingo?
However, since he was currently pretending to be mute, it wasn’t convenient for him to ask directly… but since he was joining this place, he would find out eventually.
After Rosinante joined, he quickly found his place—replacing the departed Vergo as the executive Heart, and thus earning a new name, Corazon.
Corazon, meaning “heart.”
After joining, Corazon gradually got to know the others, including Wendy, whom he had previously focused on.
Most importantly, even if he didn’t ask, others would inevitably comment.
“Doflamingo really spoils Wendy too much. I almost wonder if it’s because you ran away from home that he’s treating her like family… but Wendy does have some special abilities, after all.”
“I think Wendy is just a pet that Doflamingo keeps.”
“If you talk about Wendy like that, be careful—she might steal your things today.”
“Steal? She always takes things openly… Although anything Wendy takes can be replaced, her treatment is just too special… Well, it’s Doflamingo’s order, after all.”
Listening to all this, Corazon found the labels attached to Wendy rather strange.
To sum it up, they were roughly: little thief, spoiled by Doflamingo, special abilities, holds grudges and shouldn’t be provoked.
Although the summary sounded arrogant and domineering… when he actually met Wendy, he couldn’t see these labels in her at all.
Because Wendy appeared very polite, even somewhat refined in her manners. When introducing herself, she would lift her skirt slightly and bow.
She seemed like… like…
“I don’t know much about Wendy’s past, but she’s probably a runaway noble. She ate a Devil Fruit at a very young age, so she likely can’t go back. Still, she’s quite delicate—it’s only natural to indulge her a little.” Doflamingo said this as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
He could say it so smoothly because the prefix to “indulge her a little” was “others.”
Corazon knew Doflamingo’s identity and past. After hearing this description, it suddenly made sense to him—it was because Wendy was also a former noble with a similar background that Doflamingo felt a sense of empathy and treated her specially!
As for the others’ descriptions of Wendy as a thief, once he learned she was a noble, it became easy to understand.
Now everything made sense.—Corazon felt a sudden clarity.
However, when he interacted with Wendy privately, he felt that everyone’s descriptions didn’t quite match.
Wendy had little interest in expansion or battles, preferring to stay at home cooking and making various small crafts. The meals and small items she created all had special effects, which was likely the main reason she was able to stay in the Donquixote Family.
He didn’t interact with Wendy much, but perhaps because he was Doflamingo’s brother, she treated him quite well. When he visited her alone, she even gave him a flower wreath.
When Wendy raised the flower crown and handed it over, Corazon instinctively bent down and lowered his head so she could reach. As the crown was placed on his head, he noticed something unusual—wearing it seemed to slightly improve one’s mental state.
“This is a gift for you,” Wendy said good-naturedly, looking quite pleased. “You’re Doffy’s younger brother, right? I have an older sister too, and she also can’t speak.”
Corazon nodded instinctively.
Then, Wendy continued, “You haven’t met my sister, have you?”
Corazon showed hesitation, a question mark popping up in his mind—does Wendy have a sister? He’d never seen one before…
“Come out, Abigail!” Wendy cheerfully summoned Abigail’s spirit. The white ghost, wearing a matching hair accessory, let out a clear, joyful cry, happily narrowed her eyes, and circled Wendy twice.
“See, this is my sister. Isn’t she adorable?”
Corazon’s pupils shook violently—forget about whether she’s adorable or not… this goes way beyond just not being able to speak, doesn’t it?!
Author’s Note:
Corazon: Is this right.jpg
The reason Turkey (Corazon) is particularly tolerant of Wendy isn’t just because their personalities click (like a chicken talking to a duck—miscommunication but no conflict), but also… he’s somewhat seeking a substitute for familial affection [sunglasses emoji]
As for Wendy… well, everyone knows what players are like, right? [dog emoji]
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