In the flickering lights of Green Lantern Headquarters' central command core, Hal sat quietly before the screen, studying the information.
Just moments ago, his ring had notified him that he could download the information he needed into it and call upon Green Lantern energy at any time to transmit it directly into his brain.
But Hal did not press the confirmation button.
From birth to adulthood, Hal had always believed he was a good person. Not the kind of saint who considered others at every moment while completely disregarding his own feelings—he could be hot-blooded, stubborn, argue with his parents, and fall out with friends—but the conviction to help the weak and save people from disaster had always been etched into his bones.
Many people had received his help over the years. He had saved children from drowning, stopped robbers in the street, and helped homeless beggars when he himself was not well-off. He was not some saint determined to save the whole world, just an ordinary good person with a conscience.
That was why, when faced with major choices, he sometimes felt hesitant and lost.
To him, Earth was his home. Everything he loved was there, and he should have done everything in his power to protect it.
When he had first become a Green Lantern, thrilled by his newly acquired powers, he had acted on impulse and uploaded a great deal of information to the Green Lantern network. Once he came to his senses, he noticed something wrong with it and began to feel guilty.
So when Schiller approached him and asked him to cooperate with the plan and obtain some energy from the Green Lantern Corps, he agreed.
As a Green Lantern, he understood better than Schiller that Green Lantern energy was not a nonrenewable resource. Even