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

Whitebeard frowned.

BIGMOM instinctively hugged Prometheus tighter, the flame Homies appearing unusually weak in the darkness.

"What the hell is this..." Akainu muttered under his breath. His lava was still burning, but the area illuminated was less than three meters.

Hyosube Ichibei's voice came from all directions, without direction or distance, as if the darkness itself was speaking.

"The Unyielding Mausoleum—Anything I name belongs to me. Anything I blacken loses its name, its power, and its very meaning."

Black ink poured down from the sky, falling precisely in Lynn's direction.

"Now, I will blacken your 'name'."

The thick black ink touched the air around Lynn.

Then it stopped.

It wasn't blocked, it wasn't bounced off, it simply—stopped. Like ink dripping onto glass, unable to penetrate even a fraction.

For the first time, a crack appeared in Hyosube Ichibei's expression.

He increased his spiritual pressure output, and ink from the brush poured out wildly, the entire dark space serving his will. A vast expanse of black ink enveloped Lynn from all directions.

But the result was the same.

All the ink stopped moving at a distance of thirty centimeters from Lynn.

"What...?"

Hyosube Ichibei, who had lived for millions of years, uttered this word for the first time.

Lynn stood up—or rather, floated up from the throne. There was no light around him, no defensive measures, not even a fluctuation of spiritual pressure.

He just floated there, surrounded by solidified black ink, like a strange painting.

"What are you doing?" Lynn was genuinely confused for a moment, looked down at the congealed ink around him, and poked at it with his finger. "It's sticky and disgusting."

"Impossible!" Hyosube Ichibei finally raised his voice, "Your 'name'—you must have a name! A name can be blacked out!"

"Of course I have a name." Lynn rubbed the ink from her fingers on her clothes. "My name is Lynn. But if you're going to use this to blacken me..."

He tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said very seriously, "My name is none of your business."

This statement was unremarkable, but Hyosube Ichibei was stunned as if struck by lightning.

He suddenly understood.

It wasn't that the opponent was resisting his abilities, nor that the opponent's defenses were too strong—it was simply that his abilities were fundamentally ineffective against this being.

"Name" is the root of all things and the foundation of the power of Hyōshū-bu Ichibei. He can blacken anything that has a "name" because he created and manages the "name".

But the child's "name"... is not within his jurisdiction.

It's like trying to open the door of a house that doesn't exist in this world with a key—it's not that the key is wrong, it's that the door itself isn't here.

"What exactly are you..." Hyosube Ichibei's voice was somewhat hoarse.

"I told you, this isn't fun," Lynn interrupted him.

Then he reached out and flicked it lightly.

The brush in Hyosube Ichibei's hand disappeared.

It wasn't blasted away, it wasn't destroyed.

It turned into a giant strawberry-flavored lollipop.

"..."

Hyosube Ichibei, holding the pink lollipop thicker than his arm, froze on the spot.

The darkness receded. The light returned. The curse of the Great Slaughter Palace dissipated automatically as the brush disappeared.

The entire room fell silent.

Kaido was the first to react, bursting into a deafening laugh: "Hahahaha! The pen turned into a lollipop! I'm dying of laughter!"

The white-bearded man shook his head helplessly, but the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

Kenpachi Zaraki looked at the lollipop in Ichibei Hyosube's hand and gave him a very subtle expression.

Meanwhile, Yamamoto Genryusai stood some distance away, head bowed, shoulders trembling slightly. It was unclear whether he was crying or trying to suppress a laugh.

"Here, have a taste." Lynn floated over to Hyosube Ichibei, patted his bald head, and said, "Strawberry flavor, it's delicious."

Hyosube Ichibei's hand, holding the lollipop, was trembling.