The Raider Luca is an ambitious person. After arriving in this world, he used his system to enhance his own strength. In addition, he’s familiar with the plot, so he repeatedly seized opportunities and credit from the boss Colmer while secretly scheming and suppressing the boss’ growth.
Luca killed the former chief of the Winged Tiger tribe, used force to subdue other shapeshifter races, and established a shapeshifters empire under his leadership, attempting to make all shapeshifter tribes his slaves, driven by him.
Now his goal is about to be achieved because two-thirds of the races have already become his subjects.
The remaining part is unwilling to be enslaved and has been resisting. The Silver Wolf tribe was attacked by Luca’s people not long ago.
In the Silver Wolf tribe’s base, the elders are deeply worried, and there is a deathly silence in the meeting room.
After a while, an elderly man with a white beard at the head spoke, “Luca has captured almost all the females and hidden them in his golden cage. If he finds out about Tongtong, he might want to take her as well. We can’t let him know…”
“But with our abilities, we might not be able to find her.”
“Seek out Colmer, the son of the former chief of the Winged Tiger tribe. It might be worth a try.”
“Is finding him useful? Luca spared his life, that’s already an exception.”
“Don’t underestimate him, and when Tongtong was born, he was there. There’s a bond between him and Tongtong,” the head elder said.
Snow Cat tribes’ females are unique; they form an indescribable bond with the first person they come into contact with after birth.
“But Luca has been monitoring Colmer all this time. Contacting him won’t be easy.”
The elder’s expression became grave, and he could only say, “Continue to send people to find Tongtong, while trying to contact Colmer on the side. But when we find Tongtong…no matter what method is needed, we must bring her back.”
Tongtong is his only granddaughter. She has maintained her human form for a year now, from babbling to learning to walk. Compared to other shapeshifters, her growth is too slow.
He is worried that she won’t be able to survive outside…
If the bond is indeed effective, he hopes that Colmer will find her first without him having to notify Colmer.
After ten days of hunger strike, Wan Tong seemed to have fallen ill and had been in a deep slumber since nightfall.
When she heard rustling sounds, she made a great effort to open her eyelids, only to be met with a gaping mouth filled with sharp teeth!
“Meow~” She screamed in fright, but because of her weakened state, her voice was feeble.
She felt like she was being carried in the mouth of a wild beast, and as she struggled, she met a pair of blood-red eyes. Strangely, she saw a hint of gentleness in those eyes.
Shishi did not warn her, so she should be safe.
She relaxed and stopped struggling.
This looks like an adult winged tiger, but he doesn’t look powerful because his fur seems to have been burned, with some of the snowy white fur turning black, and part of his body revealing pink flesh after scabs, looking quite pitiful.
He carried her and dashed through the night, very fast, but not uncomfortable for her.
In her mind, she immediately realized.
This is the boss in this world, Colmer.
The last time he fought, he was ambushed by Luca, burned by the fire falcons, and seriously injured, even his wings were damaged and couldn’t be used again.
The night was thick, the cold wind blew, and she shivered, but soon, Colmer brought her into a building.
Wan Tong was placed on a soft bed, and Colmer took a step back, allowing her to see his full appearance.
Originally, the majestic winged tiger was now covered in wounds, and even his gaze was dim.
Perhaps noticing her scrutinizing gaze, Colmer turned quickly and ran out.
In the corridor, a dignified middle-aged man came walking towards them.
“A’Mer, you’re too reckless. If Luca finds out you went out in the middle of the night, he’ll definitely cause trouble again. You need to rest and not give him any opportunities to harm you,” Damon said in a low voice.
“I avoided them,” said the scarred giant tiger, swinging his tail and closing the door behind him. The sound that came from his throat was the deep voice of an adult man.
“By the way, when I went out today, someone from the Silver Wolf tribe secretly approached me and asked me to deliver a letter to you.”
Colmer glanced at the letter Damon had spread open, said nothing, as he had brought the person back.