Brain Storage (I solemnly swear that the brain will only be preserved and not privately eaten.)
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July 1991, London, late night.
In a secluded alley.
A slender figure in a black cloak and a bull-head mask stood quietly.
His green eyes stared intently at Lloyds Bank not far away.
It was Brook, only 11 years old.
Tonight, he was going to reclaim some interest for the Great Hall.
He raised his hand, and a glowing door appeared out of thin air.
Brook stepped into the glowing door without hesitation.
In an instant, he was already inside the vault of Lloyds Bank.
The entire vault was as bright as day.
Rows of safes towered to the ceiling.
Gold bars were piled high on the metal table in the center of the vault, their dazzling light making him dizzy for a moment.
However, the moment he appeared, a sharp alarm sounded.
Brook knew he didn't have much time left.
He quickly moved his hands through the air.
A one-foot-high glowing door slowly moved across the metal table, and the gold bars disappeared as if being swallowed.
Fine beads of sweat gradually seeped from his forehead.
At the same time, the moment the alarm sounded, the security guards, armed with weapons, rushed towards the vault.
A chubby bank manager followed, panting.
The fat on his face jiggled incessantly from the strenuous exercise.
"Quick! Quickly open the vault door!"
He shouted hoarsely.
The commotion from the vault door also caught Brook's attention.
He waved his hand, and the glowing door that was moving the gold bars instantly vanished.
He casually opened several glowing doors on the nearby safes.
He randomly grabbed a few handfuls of jewels and cash and stuffed them into a pre-prepared bag.
"Don't move!"
The security guards rushed into the vault, their dark muzzles aiming at Brook in unison.
The corner of Brook's mouth curled slightly.
He waved at the security guards, took a slight step back, and fell backward into the glowing door behind him.
The security guards instinctively pulled their triggers.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Gunshots echoed through the Great Hall.
Bullets whistled towards where Brook had disappeared, but only hit the safes.
After escaping from the vault, Brook did not relax.
He continuously opened glowing doors along the pre-marked route.
Finally, he returned to his residence—a three-story building in Kensington.
He gasped for breath, grabbed the pre-prepared food, and stuffed it into his mouth.
Using the Door-Door Fruit ability greatly consumed his physical strength.
Food was his only way to recover quickly.
Brook looked at the mountain of gold bars piled up in his independent space.
(～￣▽￣)～
He felt overjoyed.
After this heist, he would leave Britain and go to the United States.
With this wealth, he could live a lavish life there.
As for why he wasn't staying in Britain.
Whether it was pounds or gold bricks, they all had serial numbers.
Once used in large quantities, they would definitely leave traces.
He wouldn't really treat those police officers as decorations.
Therefore, going to the United States was the simplest way.
No one there would care where these things came from.
As long as they could make money for them, that was enough.
It was simply the perfect place to fence stolen goods.
As he thought, the scene from a year ago appeared in his mind.
It was like the trope in many novels.
He was a transmigrator.
The only difference was.
He wasn't killed by a truck, the transmigration artifact.
He threw a firecracker into a manhole cover himself and was then killed by the protesting manhole cover.
Just thinking about it was embarrassing (；￢＿￢).
But luckily, the body he transmigrated into was a natural protagonist template.
Parents deceased.
His face was delicate and handsome, comparable to many of the esteemed readers.
Not only was his inheritance substantial, but he also had no messy relatives to contend with.
Actually, this was another sad story.
It wasn't that he had no relatives; on the contrary, he had many.
It was just that these relatives were all richer than his family and didn't care for this small inheritance.
Since he was given a protagonist template, a system was naturally indispensable.
"Great Turntable System."
Completing tasks issued by the system would grant a chance to draw a prize.
How to describe it?
This Great Turntable was very crudely designed.
It looked very much like the one on Pinduoduo.
The Great Turntable was divided into four equal parts, with only the Grand Prize, First Prize, Second Prize, and Thank You for Your Patronage.
Presumably, the only difference was.
His turntable actually gave out prizes.
The Pinduoduo one couldn't be won.
There was a long list of tasks, over a hundred of them.
There were also quite a few series tasks.
Through the tasks issued by the system.
Brook discovered that he had transmigrated into the world of Harry Potter.
As for Harry Potter, he could only say he had seen the movies, and the specific content was mostly forgotten.
He originally planned to follow the usual practice of transmigrators.
Enter Hogwarts after turning 11 and complete tasks.
After all, he was curious about what this system could give.
However, fate was so peculiar.
His neighbor turned out to be Hermione Granger.
So he inexplicably completed the task 【Contact one of the Iron Trio】 and gained a chance to draw a prize.
The task also updated to 【Contact all of the Iron Trio】.
In his previous life, he couldn't even win five yuan from a lottery ticket.
This time, he was incredibly lucky, drawing the Grand Prize—the Door-Door Fruit.
Brook was ecstatic.
In One Piece, Blueno indeed seemed a bit useless.
He used the Door-Door Fruit like a mere mode of transportation.
But Brook knew that the potential of this fruit was far more than that.
This thing was a conceptual existence.
The Milky Way is also a "river."
So "Door of Space" and "Door of Time" are also doors, right?
What about "Door of Life," "Door of Power," and "Door of Mind"?
As long as he dared to imagine, any concept could have the word "Door" added to it.
The abilities that could be expanded were simply too many.
This was much better than learning some troublesome magic.
Of course, these were all just thoughts for now.
Whether they could be developed.
It depended on fate.
After a year of training and development.
Brook finally mastered a few abilities initially.
Create Door: Can create a door on the surface of any material.
Space Door: Can construct a spatial passage, instantly moving from one place to another.
Hidden Space: Create two invisible doors; the space between the two doors is an independent space.
Moving Door: An extension of Create Door and Space Door; objects that the door passes through will enter the independent space.
Space Mark: Can leave a mark at any location and on any living creature.
As the saying goes: A gentleman loves wealth, but acquires it righteously.
Relying on these abilities, he planned this bank robbery.
It was very successful.
From now on, all banks in the world would be at his disposal.
Hogwarts?
Go to school?
Not even a dog would go.
Brook threw the gold bars in his hand back into the independent space.
There was a flight to the United States tomorrow night.
Las Vegas, Hawaii, and even a mysterious island to visit once he's an adult ヾ(≧O≦)〃 Awoo~.
As for those system tasks.
Who does tasks if they're a serious person?
(Experienced authors can rest assured, readers worried about nanny-style writing can directly read Chapter 64 first.)