7 Consolidating Strength

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When Shalria grew bored with my screams, my throat was scraped raw. I was missing half of my fingers and toes.

Everything hurt, but I stopped my devil fruit from healing my body, it would prolong my pain, but I wouldn't pass up a chance to practice my powers.

Starting with the various cuts, burns, stab, and bruises across my body, I focused on healing every skin cell, blood vessel, and hair.

I had to stop between each wound as it required a lot of mental fortitude, soon my skin looked brand new besides the blood that was drying up on my body. I couldn't reabsorb it either as the cells had already died.

I wasn't even able to grow back my fingers before Shalria visited me, torturing me for hours on end. Each time I would heal myself again. No matter how much I bled, I could survive.

At one point, I withdrew myself into the deepest recesses of my mind where the pain couldn't reach me. I would only come out of my meditation to heal some of the more severe wounds.

One time in a particular fit of rage, Shalria castrated me with a small knife taking her time. I almost died from the shame but regrowing my family jewels took top priority.

In my relaxed state, time was lucid, I could assume months have passed by how many times Shalria tortured me, but it might have been years.

By my tenth torture session, my proficiency in manipulating my body was to the point where I could pull my innards back into my body in a few seconds.

While it seemed overpowered, I had no combat power what so ever. I had a few ideas floating around my head, but they were still in development.

When Shalria entered my room again, I oped my eyes to ready myself for another torture session when Shalria nodded to the Marine at her right, and he rushed over to unlock my cuffs.

Not saying a word, I rubbed my hands as Shalria informed me as to why she wasn't torturing me, " Do you think you could fool me with your pitiful excuse for a scream. You have seemed to have gotten used to the pain. But I have further plans for you, follow me. "

At this point, I would shovel horse shit every day if I could get out of this cell. Getting to my feet, I looked down at the mirage of scar tissue covering my body.

While I could replace the dead cells with new ones, I felt like the scars were a mark of pride.

Even though it burned my eyes, I couldn't stop smiling when the sun bathed my skin.

Though I wanted to stop and relax, the guards tugged on the chain connected the collar around my neck.

My new room was different than I expected. I had an actual mat for sleeping while training equipment occupied the rest of the room. " Use my gifts wisely. If you don't provide significant entertainment, I will have you executed like the dirt animal you are. You have two months before your next fight. "

On that cheerful note, she left, leaving me all alone. Looking around my new abode, I wondered if the old man was smiling down on me.

I had everything I could need to train. During my time as a punching bag, Shalria fed me some grey mash to keep me alive but malnourished.

My stomach was almost flush with my back. Instead of jumping right into lifting weights, I took a long nap. After sleeping for seventeen hours, it energized me.

Testing where my strength was currently, and not much to my surprise, I could only bench press half of my usual 250 pounds.

Luckily when mealtime came, I was treated with spread compared to the meager rations I used to get.

I wouldn't call it regular food, but it was more than enough to fuel me for what I had planned. While in my meditative trance, I would use the time difference to think of what I would do to grow stronger.

My main focus would be swordplay and my devil fruit powers. Like Zorro, I aimed to become the strongest swordsman in the world, among many other titles.

But before any of that could happen, I needed to survive my gladiator fights. So training my devil fruit would be my best bet. Thanks to my foresight, I healed every injury of mine so I could now make split-second changes to my body.

After running a few tests, I could cover my forearm in bone in one millisecond. But there was always room for improvement.

I still didn't know the full limitations of my devil fruit. My test also proved that the extra bone and tissue didn't appear out of thin air. Creating new flesh and bone required energy from carbs and whatnot.

Depending on how much and how recently I ate, the outcomes could change drastically. Healing small cuts and wounds cost nothing. Growing new organs could cost me a whole day of eating, but there was another catch.

I had almost no knowledge of the human body and how it worked. Like any other devil fruit, my own creativity was a huge factor in the user's power.

If I knew, I could make my organs stronger. Luckily I know a certain doctor who could teach me.

Even with all of the restrictions, my devil fruit could end up being incredibly powerful. Just look at Luffy. He turned, stretching his body into a power that could go toe to toe with the likes of Katakuri.

Combine it all with the fact my demi-god body made my bones as hard as iron. It was a dangerous combination.

The bitch gave me two months to prepare to make sure that I would master my devil fruit abilities within that time.

' And then one day I'll kill her and all the world nobles. Even if I have to tear down the entire world government. '