One Piece: Kaido's adopted son, starts with the Eight Gates Formation.

He had seen countless powerful opponents and witnessed all sorts of devastating moves.

But he had never seen it before...

Someone can beat an immortal god into such a miserable state through pure physical combat!

This is no longer a battle.

This was a... one-sided, artistic, violent dismantling!

The torture in the sky continues.

Lingita's expression remained unchanged throughout.

Indifferent.

calm.

It was as if he wasn't beating a god, but rather dealing with an inconvenient rock.

at last.

After ravaging Zamasu's divine body hundreds of times.

Lingita seems... a little tired of it.

His figure suddenly rose higher, instantly appearing ten thousand meters above Zamasu, who had already turned into a pile of mangled flesh.

He slowly raised his right leg, lifting it high into the air until it was taut and straight.

A destructive storm of red and gold raged and converged wildly toward his right leg!

finally.

A powerful, heavy kick, as if it would shatter the sky, slammed down with the determination to end everything!

"The game is over."

boom--!!!

The swollen, purple flesh, no longer recognizable as human, plummeted towards the earth below at a speed more than ten times faster than before, as if struck head-on by a meteorite from outer space!

The air along the way was rubbed together by this terrifying impact, creating a vacuum channel that was tens of thousands of meters long and burning with raging flames!

finally.

Rumble rumble rumble rumble—!!!

A deafening roar, powerful enough to make the entire shattered planet tremble violently, exploded out!

The location where Zamas crashed was blasted into a terrifying crater several kilometers in diameter and with an unfathomable depth!

Smoke and dust obscured the sun.

The whole world fell into an eerie, ear-piercing silence.

The howling wind stopped, the dust solidified in mid-air, and even the passage of time seemed to slow down and become viscous at this moment.

In the distant ruins, Future Trunks stared wide-eyed as the sword of courage that had accompanied him through countless desperate days and nights slipped from his powerless hand and fell to the ground with a clatter, but he was completely unaware of it.

His mind was completely blank, overwhelmed by the unimaginable scene before him that shattered all logic and common sense.

"That's..."

His lips moved unconsciously, uttering broken, hoarse murmurs that even he couldn't hear.

"That's... the fused Zamasu..."

That ultimate god, who combines immortality with Sun Wukong's boundless potential, proclaims himself the supreme will of the universe and manipulates all the gods at will.

That nightmare that ruthlessly destroyed his world, his hopes, and everything he had, leaving him only to eke out a living in the cracks of despair.

"How could this be...?"

How could it be... smashed like that... by someone using the most primitive, savage, and pure fists and feet?

No.

That wasn't broken.

That's disassembly.

It was a ruthless, cold-blooded, and precise one-sided violent dismantling.

There were no dazzling energy clashes, no earth-shattering ki blasts.

Only one punch, one kick, one elbow, and one knee.

Each strike landed precisely on the structural weaknesses of the divine body.

Each strike contains a concept of pure destruction, capable of shattering even the laws themselves.

They forcibly dragged the gods down from their lofty altars, pressed them to the ground, and subjected them to the most thorough and merciless trampling in the manner of mortals.

This visual impact is far more shocking and more... revolutionary than seeing a planet destroyed by energy waves.

the other side.

Sun Wukong leaned against a broken wall, barely supporting his body.

His body was trembling slightly.

That's not fear.

As a Saiyan, that word no longer exists in his dictionary.

It was a kind of... trembling that came from the deepest part of one's fighting instinct, in the face of something incomprehensible and insurmountable...

It is a most honest response at the cellular level.

His eyes clearly captured every attack from Lingita.

His battle-hardened mind can even analyze the techniques and power composition of each attack in an instant.

That punch contained the absolute destructive power of the Eight Gates Formation, earned by burning one's life force.

That step represents the highest state of freedom and mastery, where the body moves before the mind.

And what drives all of this is the divine energy of a higher dimension belonging to the Super Saiyan God.

He saw everything clearly.

He understood everything.

but……

His brain, his fighting instincts, his entire soul were frantically, hysterically, sending him the same warning.

It cannot be imitated.

Unable to learn.

Unattainable.

That's not simply a matter of adding up forces.

It's not as simple as one plus one equals two.

It was a kind of... a new combat "dimension" that was sublimated by perfectly blending together countless powers and skills that stood at the pinnacle of their respective fields in a way that he could not understand.

It's as if he were a painter who spent his entire life honing his painting skills to the extreme on a two-dimensional plane.

However, the other party directly showed him a three-dimensional holographic projection.

He can understand the composition of a picture and comprehend the principles of light and shadow.

But he could never replicate that "reality" that transcends dimensions on his own canvas.

This is what terrifies him the most.

In the past, no matter how powerful the enemy was, even Beerus, the God of Destruction, or Frieza, he always had an indomitable spirit.

As long as you work hard and keep pushing your limits, one day you will be able to catch up with, or even surpass, your opponent.

But now...

"hateful……"

Sun Wukong clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, bringing a sharp pain, but it did nothing to calm his chaotic thoughts.

This was the first time in his life.

For the first time, I felt so clearly and so cruelly the gap that was called "despair".

That's not a track where you can see the finish line.

Instead, it is an insurmountable chasm that lies between heaven and earth.

It's like mortals gazing at the starry sky.

Even with the strain of your eyes, you can see the brilliance of the stars.

You can even calculate its trajectory and analyze its composition.

But you will never be able to touch it.

That sense of distance, that feeling of powerlessness, was like the heaviest shackles, pressing down on his heart and making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Just as Sun Wukong's fighting spirit was shaken for the first time by this insurmountable chasm.

Deep within the consciousness of integration in Lingita.

Vegeta's will, clear and keen, sensed the unprecedented confusion and powerlessness emanating from his nemesis.

then.

He smiled.

No.

That wasn't a laugh.

It was a roar of the soul that had been suppressed for decades, accumulating countless humiliations, resentments, and anger, and was finally released in the most thorough and perfect way at this moment!

Haha ...

A burst of the most exhilarating and unrestrained laughter he had ever experienced exploded in his sea of ​​consciousness!

"Did you see that?! Kakarot!!!"

Vegeta's will roared wildly, each word filled with triumphant elation.

"Can you feel it? That powerlessness! That despair! That absolute gap that you can never catch up to no matter how hard you try!"

"This feeling has always been mine!"

"From Earth, to Namek, to the Androids, to Majin Buu! Every single time! Every single time, you were ahead of me! Every single time, I was the one looking up at your retreating figure!"

"And now! Finally! Finally, it's your turn!"

"Now it's your turn to experience the true despair of being able to only look up to others, without even the right to catch up!"

"This is the true strongest! This is the power we Saiyans should truly possess! Not your naive, foolish fighting style that only knows how to push your limits!"

"I, Vegeta! Today! Right here! I have completely and utterly surpassed you!!!"

This long-simmering resentment, almost materializing into a massive force, even affected Lingita's surface consciousness.

The merged bodies slowly fell from a height of ten thousand meters.

His movements were so light and effortless that he stood silently at the edge of the bottomless pit.

The wind whipped his black hair and his dark combat suit.

He didn't look at the two Saiyans in the distance who were already in a daze.

Instead, he lowered his head slightly and looked down.

At the deepest part of the giant pit, there was a scene of utter devastation.

In the heart of that scorched earth, a shapeless, purple mass, a mixture of flesh and bone fragments, was writhing with difficulty.

The purple energy belonging to the gods flickered like a candle in the wind, stubbornly trying to reassemble this completely broken body.

That's Zamasu.

It was his proud, supposedly "immortal" divine body.

Lingita watched quietly.

There was no emotion in those deep eyes.

There was no joy of victory, nor any pity for the enemy.

There was only indifference...

It's like looking at a piece of trash that's about to be thrown away, something that's already been played with and is no longer useful.

for a long time.

He spoke slowly.

The voice, while incorporating Lynn's calmness, also carried an undisguised, deep-seated aloofness and arrogance belonging to Beta.

"god?"

"You're not even worthy to let me warm up!"

From the deepest part of the giant pit came a sickening writhing sound.

The purple mass, a mixture of broken bones and rotten flesh, was attempting to piece itself back together in a way that defied the natural order of life. Flesh and blood were proliferating, bones were reshaping, and sacred purple energy, like glue, was forcibly binding together the completely shattered tissues.

However, this regeneration is completely different from the previous one.

An ominous, murky purple sludge, reeking of decay and corruption, seeped from the cracks in his body. His reconstructed half of his body was no longer in a sacred posture, but had transformed into a hideous lump of flesh that swelled, twisted, and bubbled with nauseating fumes. On it, even bloodshot eyes, filled with resentment and madness, began to grow.

This is the bitter fruit of his forced fusion with Sun Wukong's mortal body.

After the balance between the two completely different power systems was fundamentally shattered by Lingita's taijutsu, which contained the absolute destructive power of the Eight Gates, the latent conflict finally erupted in the ugliest and most thorough way!

"Your immortality is accelerating your decay."

Lingita's voice came calmly from the edge of the giant pit, without any undulation, yet it was like the most precise scalpel, once again dissecting the truth that Zamas least wanted to face.

"With each rebirth, the Saiyan's mortal cells assault your so-called divine body. And your divinity stifles the evolutionary potential of this mortal form. Now, this fragile balance has been broken."

"You are beginning to destroy yourself from within."

Deep within the giant crater, from that mass of rotten flesh, a face that was still barely recognizable finally materialized—a face belonging to Zamasu.

His face was filled with disbelief and hysterical madness after the truth was exposed.

"No...that's not right!!"

He let out a roar like a broken gong, which was no longer the roar of a god, but more like the unwilling howl of a dying beast.

"You're talking nonsense! This is evolution! This is a completely new form that God has chosen to adapt to this filthy world!!"

"I am perfect! I am eternal!"

"The failure...is this world! It's you sinful mortals!!"

Lingita looked at him quietly, her deep eyes devoid of even a hint of mockery, only displaying a pure, indifferent gaze, as if looking at trash.

This indifference was more painful to Zamasu's already twisted divine heart than any humiliating words.

"Aaaaaaaahh ...

Zamaz has given up completely.

He gave up maintaining that ridiculous human form.

He abandoned that divine elegance that had long since vanished.

"Since you cannot understand God's justice!"

"Since you are determined to defile this perfect world!"

"I am justice! I am the world! I am the law!"

With his completely irrational and insane declaration, his body, which was struggling between decay and regeneration, suddenly exploded!

It did not transform into flesh and blood.

Instead, it transformed into a pure, amorphous torrent of purple energy, filled with chaos and evil!

This torrent of energy surged into the sky, instantly tearing apart the dim yellow sky and merging into the tattered heavens!

Followed by.

A terrifying scene unfolded, freezing the souls of Goku and Future Trunks in the distance.

The sky is no longer the sky.

The dim yellow clouds began to writhe and twist, and finally, enormous, unimaginably large faces of Zamasu, filled with pain and fanaticism, slowly emerged from the clouds!

The earth is no longer the earth.

The cracked ground began to liquefy, turning into a purple swamp. Within the swamp, one after another, Zamasu's eyes, filled with resentment and malice, opened!

Space, even the omnipresent air, began to feel viscous and malevolent.

At this moment, the entire universe of the future seemed to possess the same will.

Zamasu's will!

He became one with the world he was about to destroy!