Trigon

Kino arrives at the Sealed Space.

The space itself is distorted and oppressive, presenting a morbid dark red hue, like congealed, putrid blood plasma.

Twisted rock pillars, like the ribs of a demon, pierce the empty sky; scorching streams of lava flow across the ground; and the air is filled with the pungent smell of sulfur.

However, Kino merely raised an eyebrow slightly, as if surveying a less-than-ideal unfinished house.

He strolled leisurely across the scorching ground, the lava beneath his feet automatically parting to make way for him.

"Roar--!!!"

The space shook violently, and the dark red rock walls crumbled away.

Ahead, at the core of the space, a massive, suffocating vortex of energy was spinning wildly.

At the center of the vortex, the silhouette of a gigantic demon could be vaguely seen—a projection of the Trigon! He was not a complete entity; his power was bound by layers of Sealing Gem, but this projection still exuded a world-destroying pressure.

Four enormous eyes, burning with Hellfire, snapped open and locked onto the intruder— Kino.

"Insects! How dare you trespass into the territory of the Trigon!!"

Trigon's voice exploded like billions of thunderbolts inside his head, carrying pure, destructive rage.

"Hand over my daughter! Or I will tear your soul apart and make you wail in the Karma Fire for eternity!"

From the moment Raven was born, he regarded it as the perfect vessel and springboard for invading and conquering this Material Plane, and any being that dared to touch it would inevitably suffer his endless wrath.

Kino didn't even pause for a moment.

He tilted his head slightly, as if examining a strangely shaped but worthless counterfeit antique, his face displaying an almost bored curiosity.

He walked straight to a spot less than ten meters from the enormous projection—a distance that, for Trigon, was practically a face-to-face provocation.

"Tsk tsk tsk,"

Kino shook his head, clicking his tongue in disappointment. "Trigon, right? I've heard so much about you, but... meeting you is not as good as hearing about you."

He stretched out his little finger and casually picked at his ear, as if the deafening roar from before was just the buzzing of mosquitoes and flies.

"He has a loud voice, but the projection quality... it's so blurry it looks like it's been pixelated, it's really hard to see."

"Presumptuous!"

The projection of the Trigon fluctuated violently due to its rage, and spatial rifts spread out like a spider web. Terrifying destructive energy gathered wildly at the center of the vortex, and it looked like it was about to burst out as a world-destroying breath.

In the instant before destruction, the cynical mockery on Kino's face vanished.

He didn't make any exaggerated movements; he simply straightened up and raised his eyelids.

An indescribable sense of presence descended upon me instantly.

That was not a simple burst of energy, but a fundamental, hierarchical, and primal crushing force.

It was as if the entire Sealed Space, along with the roaring projection of the Trigon within it, was instantly thrown into the center of a deeper, more ancient, and darker universe.

Within the four burning giant eyes of the Trigon, Kino transformed into the towering, dark abyss itself.

The projection of the Trigon erupted with even more terrifying fluctuations, tearing the dark red space apart with streaks of pitch-black void.

"You think you can act so arrogantly before me just because you bear the name 'Satan'?! I am Trigon! The Ultimate Nullifier of the multiverse! Countless kings of Hell are nothing but worms crawling before me! You, a charlatan, dare to presume?!"

Destructive energy condensed in his projected giant claw, transforming into a giant axe that seemed capable of splitting the earth, and slashed down at Kino!

Except for the first one, none of Satan's predecessors were his match.

Kino simply raised his right hand.

Snap!

A crisp the Snap.

Time seemed to have been paused.

The giant axe, imbued with the destructive will of the Trigon, struck an invisible, absolutely insurmountable wall of sighs less than a foot from Kino's fingertips.

The violent energy solidified instantly, then silently shattered and dissipated like a popped soap bubble.

"What?!" For the first time, disbelief appeared in the four giant eyes of the Trigon.

This was beyond his comprehension! This was definitely not the level of power of a hellish king!

"It seems you've been locked up for too long; your brain has been sealed and rusted. Strength isn't measured by the loudest voice."

Kino raised his hand and lightly pressed it against the enormous projection of the Trigon.

There were no spectacular lighting effects.

But the projection of Trigon, which was made of pure destructive energy, was as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand that covered the entire space!

"Ugh--!!!"

A agonizing roar echoed through the space. The projection was forcibly compressed and deformed! The energy that constituted his body was brutally squeezed and torn apart, emitting a teeth-grinding cracking sound.

Four enormous, burning eyes flashed wildly in agony, filled with humiliation and rage.

But this is just the beginning.

Kino's hand began to sway from side to side, as if... patting a disobedient ball?

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Each time a button was pressed, it was accompanied by a dull, resounding thud as the projection of the Trigon was slammed against the spatial barrier by an invisible, immense force.

This multiverse-level demon lord was like a giant rubber ball from hell, being carelessly slapped by a naughty child, bouncing and crashing helplessly against the distorted spatial barrier.

His roar, which could have shaken the world, now sounded more like the wailing of impotent rage.

"Stop! You... ugh!!"

Trigon attempted to gather power to fight back, but each time the energy was gathered, it was directly shattered by an even more tyrannical and unreasonable force, and the projection was also flattened along with it.

Kino couldn't resist the urge, changed into a black and white pair of overalls, and snapped his the Snap again.

The projection of the Trigon suddenly contracted and condensed, forcibly compressed into a semi-transparent, dark red Energy Orb the size of a basketball!

At the core of the sphere, four shrunken eyes, burning with humiliation and rage, spun wildly, locked onto Kino.

Kino patted the basketball twice, quite satisfied with its material.

"The elasticity is quite good."

Dribbling between the legs, behind-the-back crossover, fingertip spin... and finally, a relentless, powerful lean on the basketball.

"Stop! You... ugh!"

"Enough!"

"What exactly do you want?!"

Trigon's voice finally betrayed an undisguised sense of frustration.

Kino made a final shot, leaving the Trigon projection hanging awkwardly in mid-air, its energy fluctuations chaotic.