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

"Oh, hehehehehehe!!"

From afar, Kaido watched as the skeletal emperor who had just cornered him was now being "renovated" and "aged" at will like a puppet in front of his young master. He couldn't help but let out a deafening, gloating laugh.

"You're making a fool of him, young master! You're treating him like a monkey!"

A smug, lewd smile spread across Quinn's fat face.

"Oh my god! What a poor little snack."

BIGMOM also let out her signature, eerie laugh.

Hearing these taunts from the "ants," Barragán's heart, which had remained undisturbed for countless years, was finally filled with endless anger and humiliation!

"I'm going to... kill you!!!"

He roared, trying to gather all his strength into a final blow.

However, Lynn seems to have grown tired of this "renovation" game.

He looked at the Skeleton Emperor, whose bones were cracking from extreme rage, and yawned listlessly.

"It's not fun anymore."

He muttered something softly.

Then, facing Barragán, she slowly raised her little hand.

When Lynn's weary "This isn't fun anymore" rang out, an indescribable chill instantly gripped the hearts of everyone present.

They knew the game was over.

And the moment of verdict arrived.

At that moment, the soul fire of Barraganna, which was pulsating wildly with extreme rage, suddenly stopped. An absolute premonition of "end," originating from existence itself and even more tyrannical and unreasonable than his power of "aging," enveloped his entire consciousness.

He wanted to roar, to struggle, to turn all his strength into a curse of mutual destruction.

But it was too late.

Lynn slowly raised his chubby little hand, palm facing the king of Hueco Mundo who sat on the throne of bones.

His face showed no murderous intent, nor any anger.

There is only one thing that determines the final placement of the toys: pure and peaceful.

"That's all you are."

Lynn spoke softly, in an unquestionable tone, as if promulgating a law to the entire world.

"Sit here forever."

The moment the words fell.

A beam of light burst forth from Lynn's palm.

It was neither golden holy light nor pitch-black demonic light.

It was a kind of pure, conceptual light that could not be defined by any color.

The light, devoid of temperature and mass, descended instantly at a speed that surpassed all physical laws, completely enveloping Barragán and the magnificent skeletal throne beneath him!

The concept is fixed!

Under the glow of this light, Barragán was horrified to discover that he was being "defined".

His existence, his form, his consciousness, and even the concept of "aging" that he symbolizes are all being forcibly "solidified" by an irresistible and incomprehensible force!

He tried to move his fingers.

However, he discovered that he no longer had the concept of "movement".

His body was neither frozen nor petrified; he could still feel his bones and his soul fire.

However, the act of "movement" itself has been completely erased from his laws of existence.

He wanted to speak.

However, the concept of "speaking out" has also disappeared.

His hoarse voice, filled with endless majesty, along with the anger and curses he wanted to express, were forever sealed in his mind, never to be conveyed to the world again.