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'.....'= Thoughts

"....."= Conversations

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'Also, how did I even get Conqueror's Haki? From watching anime, I know that this ability can't be learned; it is only available to people born with it. Maybe the system considered it to be Whitebeard's power, so I was able to inherit it?' John thought.

Shaking these thoughts, John observed the proficiency of each ability and wondered, "I have a long training schedule ahead of me."

John began pondering his training schedule, knowing he had to properly divide his time among all the abilities. The first thing he needed to do was move to a bigger apartment or back to his mansion.

From the memories John received of the previous owner of the body, he knew that despite being an orphan, he was wealthy. Just a few weeks ago, his parents had died in a car accident. They were millionaires who worked for a reputable company in high-level positions.

The reason he moved to an apartment was that he was unable to live in that mansion. He couldn't cope with his emotions because most of the memories he had with his parents were in that mansion. He thought it would be better if he stayed away from it for a couple of weeks.

'My condolences,' John silently prayed for the dead previous owner of the body and his parents.

As he did that, the bell of his apartment rang.

John went to the door and looked through the hole to find a pizza delivery guy waiting outside.

He remembered that the previous owner of the body had ordered a pizza just before his death.

'Poor guy,' John sighed and opened the door.

The delivery guy politely handed him the pizza. John took it, and as he was about to close the door, he felt multiple stings on his arm.

Before he could process anything, he lost consciousness and fell backward.

IN A DIMLY LIT ROOM...

"How many?" the bald man asked a person dressed identically to a soldier, standing in front of him.

"At most fifteen minutes," the soldier answered.

The bald man grunted in annoyance as he paced back and forth in the dimly lit room. "It's going to be difficult to hide from SHIELD for fifteen minutes."

The soldier nodded, understanding the bald man's impatience. "We have to endure it. It was already extremely challenging to conceal the information about the device from SHIELD."

The bald man inquired further, "What about the others? Are they in position?"

"Yes. Our men are scattered around, preventing SHIELD from approaching us. Our agents will do their best to avoid arousing suspicion until our plan succeeds. And as for the team of agents, they are already excavating the device in John's mansion," the soldier replied.

"What about the Agents who kidnapped John?" the bald man asked.

"They have been eliminated to prevent any suspicion," the soldier answered.

"Good," the bald man replied, a malicious grin spreading across his face. "Ross and Rachel were so cautious in their research that they took their own lives when confronted by our agents, rather than allowing themselves to be exploited. The agents, along with them, perished in the suicide bombing. Furthermore, all the research data was destroyed. If only we had captured them sooner, we could have used John as a hostage, ensuring the research results became ours, and allowing us to damn the whole family to hell together." The bald man frowned.

"They were truly cunning individuals. They meticulously planned for every possible scenario that might occur in the future. They made John the key to their research results, ensuring we couldn't harm him and that SHIELD would protect him. Unfortunately for them, they were unaware that we had already infiltrated SHIELD," the soldier responded.

"Based on my thinking, this was a selfish move on their part. They prioritized their research over their own son. If not for Ross and Rachel, John wouldn't have gotten involved in all this mess," the bald man pointed out.

The soldier also nodded in agreement.

"Anyways, keep an eye on John. He will wake up soon. Although we have tested him for the past few weeks and found nothing unusual in his body, and he is a completely normal person with an average constitution for his age, it's still better to be careful," the bald man said. "Get to work," he continued.

With a nod, the soldier left the room, leaving the bald man to his thoughts. As the door closed behind him, the bald man leaned against a nearby wall, running a hand over his freshly shaved head. This plan had been in motion for a few weeks, and he couldn't afford any more setbacks.

Meanwhile, unconscious and unaware of the sinister machinations happening around him, John lay strapped to a cold metal chair in a room. The pain from the multiple stings on his arm still lingered, but his groggy mind couldn't fully comprehend what had happened or where he was. John's heart raced as he realized he was no longer in the apartment.

As his vision became clearer, he started to observe the place.

However, as he looked at the structure and patterns on the walls, he quickly recognized the place where he was.

"Am I being kidnapped and held hostage in my own mansion?" John was shocked.

He tried to free himself from the thick ropes binding his feet and hands, but was unable to do so.

John decided to try using his Devil Fruit powers.

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