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

The arrows were thrown back untouched.

The speed was the same as when we went out, but the direction was completely reversed.

Yhwach did not dodge.

He stretched out his hand, gathering spiritual energy in his palm to form a blue-white shield in front of him. The arrow struck the shield with a muffled thud, then bounced off and dissipated into the air.

"You even returned my arrow intact." Yhwach slowly withdrew his hand. "You are not of this world."

"You're right." Lynn floated in mid-air, legs crossed, chin resting on her hands. "I came here to play. You interrupted my game."

"A game?" Yhwach's tone turned cold. "You treat the Soul King like a game?"

"Not the Spirit King," Lynn corrected, "the entire world. This world is my new toy, and so are you."

Yhwach was silent for a second.

Then he laughed.

It wasn't a mocking laugh, but a genuine, appreciative laugh.

"Interesting. Very interesting. No one has ever dared to say such a thing to my face." His smile vanished the next second, his cross-shaped pupils gleaming brightly. "But you've got one thing wrong—in this world, no one can treat me like a toy."

He raised his hands, and his omniscience and omnipotence were fully activated.

The entire space of the Spirit King Palace began to distort and deform. Countless lines of "future" intertwined in his eyes, each representing a possibility.

He was looking for a way to defeat Lynn.

But it can't be found.

It wasn't that "there was no future that could be defeated," but rather that he simply couldn't see any future related to Lynn.

In his omniscient and omnipotent vision, Lynn's location was a complete blank. There was no past, no future, and no causal lines that could be predicted or manipulated.

Like a person who doesn't exist.

But he was right there.

"Your eyes are very interesting," Lynn suddenly said.

Yhwach's pupils contracted slightly.

"You're looking at my future with those eyes, but you see nothing." Lynn's tone was calm, but every word precisely captured Yhwach's predicament. "You're confused, aren't you?"

"...Do you know my abilities?" Yhwach's voice was low.

"I know." Lynn drew a cross in the air in front of him. "Omniscient and omnipotent. You can see all the futures, turn favorable futures into reality, and nullify all abilities you've ever seen. Right?"

Yhwach did not answer. His silence was the best answer.

"Because I have something similar too." Lynn blinked, his silvery-white pupils brightening for a moment.

An all-knowing and all-powerful eyeball (imitative).

Items awarded by the system. Counterfeits.

But at this moment, facing Yhwach, who also possesses "omniscience and omnipotence"—the replica meets the original.

"Impossible." Yhwach's tone wavered for the first time. "Omniscience and omnipotence belong only to me. There can't be a second one."

"So I said, it's more or less the same." Lynn shrugged. "You can't see my future, and I can't see yours. We can't see each other."

He paused, then added, "But there's one difference."

"What?"

"Your omniscience and omnipotence require you to 'see' the future with your eyes and then choose from it. But mine—"

Lynn held up his index finger and pointed to his eyes.

"No need to look, no need to choose. Whatever future I want, it will become that future itself."

It took Yhwach a second to fully grasp the meaning of that sentence.

After he understood, a crack appeared in his expression for the first time.

The core of omniscience and omnipotence is "choice." From countless possible futures, choose the most advantageous one and make it a reality.

But Lynn wasn't talking about "choice".

It is a "decision".

He doesn't need to choose from existing futures—he decides directly what the future will be like.

This is not predictive ability.

This is a distortion of reality.

"What are the limits of your abilities?" Yhwach asked, his voice now completely cold. "Are there any limitations?"

"Yes," Lynn answered honestly, "I can't do it when I'm too tired. I can't do it when I'm sleeping. I don't want to do it when I'm eating pudding."