The Green Lanterns Were Taking Action

"What was that?"

Sinestro stared at the irregularly writhing phantom, unable to make out its true form.

The longer he stared, the more his eyes felt as though they were being pricked by needles.

Terrifying whispers from the depths of his heart lingered and echoed in his ears, as if tempting and guiding him into an endless abyss.

At that moment, every member of the Yellow Lantern Corps had their eyes tightly shut, hands clamped over their ears as they wailed in place. Blood even flowed from the corners of their eyes.

Especially the Yellow Lanterns covered head to toe in eyes. They seemed to have suffered devastating blows—after all, they had more eyes than anyone else.

Even Sinestro, the leader of the Yellow Lanterns and master of fear, felt his scalp go numb in waves.

"Stop!"

Liza’s body trembled uncontrollably. Before that indescribable existence, she could not help but feel profound fear.

It was fear of the unknown.

The Yellow Lanterns’ power of fear had tangible manifestations. At the very least, one could find a way to overcome it.

But an indescribable, unseeable existence was like an ant gazing up at an unreachable sky.

"I can’t stop it."

Allen held up the Yellow Lantern Ring and tried to withdraw the Cthulhu Deity, but it simply would not obey him. It was as though he had truly, by accident, connected with some mysterious and dangerous existence.

Moreover, yellow light continuously poured into the phantom. It seemed to be turning from illusion into reality, being summoned from fantasy into the real world.

"Boss, save me!"

Allen could no longer remain calm. In a flash, he ducked behind Sinestro, peering timidly at the blurry phantom.

Sinestro had originally regarded him as a rookie, but now he felt Allen was a ticking time bomb capable of wiping out the Yellow Lantern Corps at any moment. He deeply suspected that Allen was an undercover agent sent by another faction.

"What exactly have you seen?"

According to the rules governing the Yellow Lantern Ring’s abilities, one could not simply imagine something out of thin air to spread fear. There had to be a reasonable understanding of it, one that could at least make sense.

But the problem was that no Cthulhu Deity existed in this universe.

"I learned about the Cthulhu Mythos through Cthulhu-girl Manga."

As he spoke, Allen looked slightly embarrassed.

After all, he was an energetic young man full of passion, with relatively broad interests. His research was not limited to humans; he had conducted in-depth academic studies into categories such as Non-human Girls, Beast Girls, and Cthulhu-girls.

He had even undertaken a scientific project to raise octopuses and evolve them into Octopus Girls.

Unfortunately, the project ended in failure.

The reason was that Allen had kept the octopus in a toilet and accidentally flushed it away.

"Return to illusion."

Sinestro could no longer stand by and do nothing. What if this so-called Cthulhu Deity truly descended into reality?

Then fear would backfire on the Yellow Lantern hosts, leading to an uncontrollable disaster.

The Yellow Lantern Corps would be the first to suffer.

Manifesting a battle axe, Sinestro charged at the phantom like a god of war.

In that instant, he fully displayed the dominance of the Yellow Lantern leader.

"Boss is mighty."

Allen cooperatively cheered him on from the side, showing no awareness whatsoever of the need to feel guilty for causing trouble.

However, within a few seconds, Sinestro stopped in midair.

He suddenly discovered a problem: the closer he got to the phantom, the more fear sprang up within him.

Of course, he could not embarrass himself in front of his subordinates. Especially not against a creature manifested by a rookie—it would be a direct blow to his authority as leader.

"Come out."

He summoned the Yellow Lantern Furnace. At his roar, a golden creature crawled out.

It looked both like a beast and an insect, its body made of segmented shells. It appeared ferocious and bloodthirsty.

It was the Yellow Lantern Beast, the Parallax Demon.

Every Lantern Ring on the emotional spectrum had a corresponding Lantern Beast, and a suitable Lantern could choose to merge with it. However, the Lantern Beast usually took control of the body, with Parallax Demon being the sole exception.

That was because Sinestro was Parallax Demon’s Master. There was no way he would surrender control.

The next moment, Parallax Demon plunged into Sinestro’s body. Golden radiance instantly surged, his Yellow Lantern Battle Suit becoming more splendid and imposing, while his aura underwent a heaven-shaking transformation.

"Die!"

Sinestro bared his sharp teeth and roared, his mouth filled with bloodthirsty savagery.

Boom…

A thunderous roar shook heaven and earth.

Sinestro pierced through the Cthulhu Phantom with his body, finally preserving his dignity as leader.

In an instant, the Cthulhu Phantom scattered into ash.

"Why do I feel a little disappointed?"

Allen tilted his head and imagined what it would be like for Cthulhu to descend, but he restrained that mad thought. At least, now was not the time. Sinestro would probably be the first to refuse to let him off.

"Boss, I have to admit, you’re one-thousandth as handsome as me." Allen did not forget to flatter him.

"Allen, I need to warn you."

Sinestro said sternly, "Unless it is absolutely necessary, or unless you have my orders, you are not to summon that so-called Cthulhu again."

"Okay, Boss. No problem, Boss."

Come to think of it, Allen realized that an ordinary Yellow Lantern Ring was not enough to summon a Cthulhu Deity.

After all that time, it had only produced a phantom. The ring was even nearly out of energy. Sinestro, transformed into Parallax Demon, probably possessed enough fear energy.

At this moment, the Yellow Lanterns looked at Allen with eyes full of fear.

They had initially thought about bullying the rookie, only to find that he was a terrifying monster. They decisively abandoned any thought of provoking him.

"You have passed the basic training. Next comes the final test."

Sinestro no longer dared let him use the Yellow Lantern Ring’s power recklessly. Yet stripping him of his status as a Yellow Lantern felt like an enormous waste.

Letting a potentially powerful Yellow Lantern go was truly an unwise choice.

He believed that if Allen could raise a Cthulhu Deity, he alone could challenge the Green Lantern Corps.

Of course, he could not threaten Sinestro’s position. After all, Sinestro was Parallax Demon’s Master.

"Boss, I can’t wait to become a qualified Yellow Lantern."

Allen declared righteously, "The hypocritical Green Lantern Corps will surely bow before the great Yellow Lantern Corps."

Sinestro merely smiled without saying anything.

It was enough to listen to those words. There was no need to take them to heart.

He had once been an important member of the Green Lantern Corps. He knew very well that Oa had a secret plan, one that had long been secretly cultivating Ultimate Lanterns.

As for the strength of an Ultimate Lantern, even he could not guarantee victory over one.

After all, meeting the standards of an Ultimate Lantern required more than simply being an experienced Green Lantern. One also needed an unyielding will.

If not for the unexpected turn of events that led Sinestro to betray the Green Lantern Corps, he might now have been one of the Ultimate Lanterns.

The final test was the House of Fear.

Allen was brought into a pitch-black room, where the thing the tested person feared most would be projected.

There were countless rookies who had failed in the House of Fear. Otherwise, the Yellow Lantern Corps would have long since outnumbered the Green Lanterns.

This was an essential step.

Anyone unable to embrace fear would eventually be devoured by it after using Yellow Lantern power for a long time, becoming nourishment for Parallax Demon.

Without question, Sinestro did not want to see Parallax Demon grow stronger and stronger. Otherwise, one day, it would break free of his control.

Having been enslaved for so long, how could Parallax Demon not harbor resentment?

As the door closed.

Allen was plunged into darkness. He raised his hand and let the Yellow Lantern Ring’s light illuminate the room, but it was as though the surrounding darkness devoured all light, compressing its range to within one meter.

Throughout the process, only Liza watched through the Book of Parallax.

If he successfully passed, it could be recorded in the Book of Parallax.

"Hello!"

Allen looked around and asked, "Is anyone home?"

Click…

It was like a light switch had been pressed.

Suddenly, the scene changed into something familiar.

It was a place resembling a hospital, with the smell of disinfectant filling the air.

"Gasp… Qingshan Rehabilitation Center!?"

Allen knew it far too well.

His unforgettable old home.

It was practically a place where talented people emerged in abundance.

"Allen."

A voice sounded behind him.

He whipped around and saw a group of medical staff staring at him.

Their masks revealed only emotionless eyes, and they held syringes filled with unknown liquid. They were Allen’s inescapable nightmare.

"Are we getting injections again?"

Allen asked in terror, every strand of hair standing on end.

All along, what he feared most was getting injections.

The thick, long needle piercing the skin, the pain it brought, the muscles instantly tensing to resist the medicine entering his body—often, half his butt would go numb and lose all sensation.

Because of this, Allen had once suspected that this unscrupulous hospital was conducting some unknown experiment on him.

"Come on, you bastard."

As soon as he spoke, Allen had already sprawled on the hospital bed with his butt raised. He flashed a shy, gum-baring smile and urged, "Please don’t go easy on me."

The medical staff looked at one another.

Doctor Chen, who was responsible for the injection, asked in deep confusion, "Allen, weren’t you always terrified of injections? Why are you being so cooperative today?"

"Stop it. The more I resist, the more excited you get, don’t you?"

Allen gave him a coquettish look. "You have so many hardcore films hidden in the Patient 1021 medical record folder on your D drive. Who would have thought you were such a beast in respectable clothes?"

"Don’t talk nonsense."

Doctor Chen immediately glanced around at his coworkers and retorted, "Don’t believe a word from a mental patient. I’m not that kind of person."

More often than not, explanations were cover-ups, and cover-ups were proof.

The two nurses gave him looks that said, So this is the kind of doctor you are.

Allen rambled on, "Don’t worry, Doctor Chen. Only the four of us know this secret. At most, there are only a few million readers who know too. I trust everyone will help you keep it confidential."

"Enough. Stop talking."

Doctor Chen’s eyes flashed with anger as he stepped forward, ready to get vicious.

Allen suddenly shouted, "Hold your horses!"

"What do you want now?" Doctor Chen asked irritably.

"The fortune teller and the dog-licking expert are involved too. Please make sure you don’t spare them." Allen said solemnly.

"Are you done?"

Doctor Chen rolled his eyes helplessly.

"No, one last question."

Allen looked at him with innocent eyes and asked pitifully, "Can I not get an injection?"

"No." Doctor Chen refused decisively.

"Alright then. Hah…"

Hiss…

Allen rolled over like a lazy donkey and threw a punch into Doctor Chen’s eye socket, making the latter grimace in pain.

"Doctor, hang in there. I’ll go call the orderlies."

At the sight, the two nurses fled through the door, completely disregarding whether the doctor lived or died.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Doctor Chen was just about to run when an immense force pinned him to the hospital bed. He struggled, only to find that he could not break free no matter what, and his emotions immediately became agitated.

"Every time you gave me injections, you were so rough. You caused irreparable trauma to my soft, delicate heart. Do you know that?"

Allen had already seized the oversized syringe. A cruel smile spread across his face as he said darkly, "You don’t know at all. You’re just a cold and heartless bastard. Hehehe…"

"Stop, Allen! Don’t do anything stupid!"

Doctor Chen tried to reason with him in terror. "I was wrong before. I apologize to you now. Please put down the syringe. It’s dangerous. Don’t hurt yourself."

"It’s too late to apologize now."

Aah!

Pfft…

Aah!!!

Allen raised the syringe, his face twisted as he stuck out his tongue and rolled his eyes upward. He looked terrifying, as if possessed by a fierce ghost, while letting out a deep growl.

As the thick needle stabbed into Doctor Chen’s plump butt, softened by years of sitting without exercise, he let out a heart-rending scream.

Aah…

Aah…

Both of them were screaming, but their emotions were entirely different.

The former was filled with the exhilarating satisfaction of release.

The latter was filled with painful, despairing terror.

"Taste the pain I once endured, hehehe…"

With an evil expression on his face, Allen slowly pressed his palm against the plunger, gradually increasing the force.

"Ow, ow, ow… Stop! Stop it!"

Doctor Chen’s obese body struggled desperately. "You can’t do this! It’ll swell up—it’s going to swell up!"

"Hehehe… I don’t believe that."

Allen said cruelly, "The last bit—put it all in!"

Pfft…

The injection was finished. When the needle was pulled out, faint traces of blood were clearly visible.

Doctor Chen was left dazed, as if his soul had been taken from him. His legs went limp, and he collapsed to his knees in a W-sitting position, like a doll that had been thoroughly played with.

"Hmm… Doctor Chen, why is one side bigger than the other? It looks like it swelled up."

Through Doctor Chen’s pants, Allen indeed noticed that the left side was a cup size larger. He said with interest, "Don’t worry, Doctor Chen. I’ll fix it for you. After traveling through time, I once personally completed a successful cosmetic procedure. The recipient was very satisfied."

That beneficiary was naturally the current mayor of Gotham City, who had also adopted a very avant-garde natural treatment.

"No, don’t! Don’t do it again!"

Oa.

News of Kentar’s death had already spread throughout the Green Lantern Corps. The key issue was that a Green Lantern Ring had been lost.

The video from before his death had been transmitted back, exposing the true culprit to the public.

For a time, hatred toward the Yellow Lantern Corps deepened throughout the Green Lantern Corps.

Any force needed an opposing target in order to ensure unity from top to bottom.

For that very reason, the Guardians had deliberately never completely wiped out the Yellow Lantern Corps, allowing the Green Lantern Corps to maintain a constant sense of vigilance and a goal to strive toward.

Once this incident broke out, everything erupted into an uproar.

Kentar had been a veteran Green Lantern with excellent relationships. He had many teammates who had been through life-and-death situations with him, and they absolutely refused to stand by and do nothing.

That day, several Green Lanterns defied orders and headed straight for Kowad Star.

Spread across three thousand six hundred cosmic sectors, Oa naturally knew the Yellow Lantern Corps’ location.

"Shouldn’t we stop them?"

"There is no need to worry. It is time to put the Yellow Lantern Corps in its place."

"Correct. The Yellow Lantern Corps has been somewhat active lately. They should be suppressed and warned."

"Then have the Green Lantern Corps stand by. The team investigating the source of the reported video is not included."

"I keep feeling that a conspiracy is brewing. Should we have the Disaster Simulator conduct a full-scale deduction?"

"It is worth trying."

In the central council hall, the Guardians keenly sensed a trace of danger approaching.

The anonymous report video and Kentar’s death were both filled with suspicious details.

Green, the Yellow Lantern who had suddenly appeared and caused the two of them to perish together, raised many questions.

The Guardians and the Green Lantern Corps, who prided themselves on being the justice of the universe, would never allow themselves to become pawns in someone else’s schemes.