Conquerors Haki.

  I sat under my bridge for a long time thinking about the ability.

  Out of every ability on that wheel, I had somehow pulled one that was practically tailor-made for my system.

  Conqueror's Haki, the supreme king's will. An invisible force that allowed a user to exert their will upon others as an immense physical pressure, quite literally causing weak-willed people to instantly pass out.

  The only question I had left was whether or not I actually had the 'supreme kings will' to allow me to use the ability.

  I'd probably cry if I ended up with some dolr-store Wi-Fi conqueror's haki like Eustass Kidd.

  I mean, I fully intended on becoming the most powerful individual in the uni-, well, probably the whole Marvel multiverse. Wouldn't that be enough to be called a conqueror?

  Only one way to find out.

  'Activate'.

  The effect was immediate, but it was not as per my expectations.

  From what I had seen in the One Piece anime, the activation of Conqueror's Haki was supposed to be met with a bring horn sound and bck lightning, but from my current activation, there was no such thing visible to me.

  'Probably for the best.'

  Even so, I knew the effect was real.

  From underneath my small bridge, I heard it.

  Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

  I left my bridge and looked out at the nearby street.

  Even though it was night and the city outskirts, New York City never sleeps, so there was no shortage of people outside.

  I took count of the unconscious bodies littering the pavement around me.

  Twelve people. A couple who had been walking their dog, a few girls coming home from what looked to be a party, and some random passerbys. Even the dog had passed out.

  "Oh shit."

  Immediately, I fled the scene whilst holding the hope that no cameras would spot me.

  I looked to my window whilst running, hoping to see an increase in FP, but that was not the case.

  'Maybe it's because they were instantly knocked out?'

  It was my best guess, they hadn't properly experienced 'fear' so I got no points.

  After a while, I slowed down and regained my bearings.

  'Probably wasn't the best idea to use it so recklessly.'

  Still, the ability itself was undeniably real and undeniably powerful. Twelve people knocked out simultaneously without me lifting a finger.

  The FP issue was annoying but not insurmountable. Sure, knocked out victims didn't experience fear, but what about those outside my radius? They would be witnesses, and I knew for sure if I saw a dozen people instantly pass out, I'd be scared shitless.

  My first thought after that dispy was to use my Conqueror's Haki in a more busy area of the city, like Times Square. Even at this te hour, it would be bustling with thousands of people.

  Surely, if I used my ability there, I'd receive thousands of FP?

  But… that also meant getting S.H.I.E.L.D's attention, and probably a bunch of other people.

  It made me think for a moment, had the Ancient One already seen me, and the changes I'd bring to the timeline?

  Not to brag, but I pnned on changing the timeline a whole lot, and in the future I'd have the abilities to do so.

  And above the Ancient One, there was the TVA, a group I was rgely unfamiliar with. But even without understanding them fully, I knew damn well an anomaly like me would be… problematic, to say the least.

  "...Well, I've been here for a week, and nothing's happened yet… so hopefully it stays like that."

  If the Ancient One or the TVA decided to kill me or imprison me, I would have no way of fighting back, at least as I am now.

  A slew of vilinous pns involving Conqueror's Haki came to my mind one after the other, but I decided for now it'd probably be best to turn in for the night.

  I made my way back to the homeless shelter, a pce not exactly befitting a 'conqueror'.

  In my st life, I was pretty broke, but not homeless level broke, so I was surprised to see that the shelters here are pretty decent. It was no five star hotel, but it wasn't half bad either. A big open room with rows of cots, small storage lockers, a bathroom which was… tolerable and a cafeteria which served half decent food.

  The main downside was the ck of privacy, the reason I preferred being at my very epic and very legitimate base.

  I signed back in at the front desk, where a woman I vaguely recognised from the previous nights was sorting through a stack of donation bags with the focused energy of someone who actually wanted to be there.

  She looked up and gave me a kind smile, not at all pitying me for my homelessness.

  "Back te," she said, not as an accusation, just an observation.

  "Work," I said, which was technically true depending on your definition of work.

  She nodded and went back to her bags.

  It was the first time I had actually spoken to her, and upon seeing her face, I couldn't help but think she looked familiar.

  May Parker.