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

The body has lost its strength.

The will has lost its support.

He fell helplessly from mid-air, like a puppet with its strings cut.

With a loud thud, it crashed heavily to the ground and then fell silent.

Quiet.

The entire battlefield was deathly silent.

Everyone stopped fighting, staring blankly at the figure that slowly descended from the sky, like a demon god of the apocalypse, and the naval admiral lying in a pool of blood, a huge hole in his chest, his life hanging in the balance.

"Mr. Sakazuki!" From a distance, Kizaru Borsalino's face showed a look of horror that could not be concealed by the word "lewd."

Aokiji Kuzan's expression was extremely solemn, and wisps of cold air uncontrollably emanated from his body, freezing the ground beneath his feet.

They knew Akainu's strength and tenacity better than anyone else; he was a truly unkillable monster. But now, this monster had been... "killed" by the other party in a way they couldn't comprehend at all?

Above the sky, on the throne of the God-Slaying Island.

Lynn swung her chubby little legs, looked at the scene below, and finally put down the half-eaten yogurt in her hand.

He furrowed his handsome brows slightly and mumbled something in a childish voice.

"What a disappointment."

"My toy isn't even fully upgraded yet, how did it break?"

Ulquiorra hovered silently in mid-air, his emerald eyes indifferently sweeping over the lifeless lava giant below.

The battle is over.

He showed these ignorant invaders what true "despair" really is.

His gaze slowly shifted to the other battlefields. The berserker wielding the massive bone blade, the white-bearded giant wielding the power of vibration, and the short-haired, blue-haired Arrancar exuding a wild aura…

Everything is meaningless.

Their struggles, their so-called beliefs and glory, will all turn to dust in the face of this absolute nothingness.

He will end everything here.

However, just as he was about to set off, a strange feeling made him subconsciously stop.

That wasn't murderous intent, nor was it spiritual pressure.

That was a gaze.

A pure gaze, devoid of any emotion, as if observing a mere roadside ant.

Ulquiorra slowly raised his head, looking towards the source of his senses.

On the enormous island suspended in the air, the two-year-old child who had been sitting on the throne since the start of the battle had somehow stood up.

His tiny figure floated in mid-air, his chubby little hands still clutching a piece of unfinished Japanese sweet.

He looked down at Akainu lying in the ruins, the "void hole" in his chest constantly eroding his existence, and his small brows furrowed in dissatisfaction.

"Useless."

Lynn complained in a childish voice, not loud, but clearly heard by everyone present.

"They stopped upgrading halfway through, don't they even know how to save their game?"

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Ulquiorra in mid-air, whose pure black eyes held the obvious displeasure of a child who had discovered that his beloved toy had been broken.

"And you."

Lynn stretched out her other free little hand and pointed at Ulquiorra.

"You interrupted my toy upgrade, that was really annoying, you know?"

Toy?

upgrade?

For the first time, Ulquiorra's heart, which had long been filled with nothingness, experienced an emotion called "confusion".

But then, an unprecedented chill, originating from the deepest part of his soul, instantly swept over his entire body.

Danger!

Absolutely dangerous!