Mine! Mine! Mine!

Loki was in high spirits.

Starscream was in a foul mood.

Larfleeze was in an even fouler mood.

He should have been the rightful holder of the Orange Lantern Ring, a figure like a "child of Destiny" on the eve of the Spectrum War, yet now he had to face two formidable rivals.

And apparently, he was the weakest of the three...

His terrible instincts told him that he might be headed for another tragedy.

Larfleeze's origins and upbringing had both been tragic. Born ugly, he had been loathed and beaten by his parents and brothers. Yet he never believed he was being abused, thinking that such an unfair life was only natural.

Then an advanced civilization invaded, capturing everyone—including Larfleeze—and turning them into slaves. After exhausting every means to escape, Larfleeze had an epiphany, flipped the table, rebelled, and became a glorious cosmic pirate.

If Starscream and Loki had not barged in, he would have obtained the Orange Lantern Ring, become an army unto himself, formed the mighty Orange Lantern Corps, and crushed anyone who dared defy him during the Spectrum War.

But now... Larfleeze had no choice but to face an increasingly cruel reality.

An immense, unseen malice washed over him, making Larfleeze shudder.

"I will succeed! Lord Larfleeze will become a great god!" Larfleeze declared confidently, glaring covetously at Starscream and Loki.

Starscream sneered at the other two.

Loki indifferently glanced at the two figures hiding nearby. Trying to play infiltration games with an Evil God like him was child's play.

Larfleeze was ignored by Loki, but Starscream's unusual lifeform made Loki pause, his expression changing slightly. "Cybertron is after this ring too? How did you learn about the Controllers? That was something from many years ago."

"Ha, luck. Just luck..."

Starscream gave a hollow laugh and