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

"What I do is none of your business," Lynn interrupted him. "You only need to know one thing—I'm taking him away, and you can't stop me. But I don't want your world to collapse, because I still have people living here. So I'll be a replacement."

He paused, then added, "It might be a little worse than the original, but it'll do."

Hyoninbe Ichibei opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

What could he possibly say?

The child in front of them extinguished Yamamoto's Bankai with one hand, flicked away the sword god's Zanpakuto with two fingers, turned his divine weapon into a lollipop, and turned the King of Hueco Mundo into an eternal sculpture.

He said he wanted to create something to replace the Soul King—Hyōhime Ichibei didn't even doubt that he could do it.

He was just scared.

They fear that the substitute created by this child will turn the Three Realms into an even more insane place.

But he had no choice.

Lynn had closed his eyes and slowly clasped his hands together in front of his chest.

The power of the true creator has begun to operate.

The five palaces of the Spirit King Palace shook violently at the same time.

In the distant ruins of Seireitei, Kaido stopped licking his lollipop and looked up at the sky.

"What are you up there, young master?"

The white-bearded man also raised his head, using his naginata to support himself as he stood up: "That brat... is creating something."

He could feel it. Although it was across an entire dimension, the power was so immense that even he could clearly perceive it.

A completely new "existence" is taking shape in Lynn's hands.

Cracks began to appear in the crystal barrier within the Spirit King's Palace.

A drop of transparent liquid slowly seeped from the Spirit King's mangled body.

Hyosube Ichibei saw the drop of liquid.

He had lived for millions of years and this was the first time he had ever seen the King of Spirit shed tears.

Lynn's creation is not yet complete.

To be precise, he has just completed the framework of the "alternative"—a core composed of pure laws and concepts that can simulate the Spirit King's function of maintaining the balance of the three realms.

But he used too much energy in the process.

It affected the flow of spiritual particles throughout the entire Soul Society.

It was so powerful that even the being that had been dormant for nine hundred years deep in the dimensional rift was completely awakened.

"Monk." Lynn suddenly stopped what he was doing and opened his eyes.

Hyoninya Ichibei, who was nervously watching him, reflexively replied, "What?" upon hearing the address.

"Someone's coming downstairs."

Hyosube Ichibei's expression changed.

It wasn't because "someone came"—the Spirit King Palace's defense system was virtually impossible to breach.

It was the tone of Lynn's voice when he said those words.

Previously, Lynn looked "so bored" when faced with Yamamoto's Bankai, Barragan's aging powers, and even the combined attack of the Zero Division.

But now when he says "someone is coming," there's a hint of—very faint, almost imperceptible—interest in his tone.

It's not about being "bored and having no good friends".

It's not an interest like, "Oh, this might be interesting."

Hyosube Ichibei's heart sank.

What else in this world could possibly pique the interest of this monster?

The answer was revealed three seconds later.

The space beneath the Spirit King's Palace was violently torn apart. It wasn't a black cavity, nor a portal, nor any known means of spatial movement.

Instead, it was torn apart by an absolute force, like tearing a piece of paper.

Emerging from the crack was a pitch-black shadow.

From the shadows, countless figures in white military uniforms emerged. Each one possessed a spiritual pressure at least at the captain level.

At the very front of everyone, a man slowly stepped out of the shadows.

He had long black hair and a black beard, and his pupils shimmered with a twisted cross-shaped light. He wore a pure white robe and held a completely black bow in his hand.

Spiritual pressure—

No, that can no longer be called spiritual pressure.

It was a higher-dimensional power, more primal and more formidable than spiritual pressure. That power emanated naturally from his body, and wherever it passed, the spiritual particles of space were directly absorbed and assimilated.