Chosen by All Seven Lanterns

"Like a horror movie." Green Lantern continued to tear apart the various terrifying entities constructed by the Yellow Lantern in front of him. "I hate horror movies. Just thinking about Jason wearing a hockey mask in Friday the 13th makes me think he's stupid; A Nightmare on A Nightmare on Elm Street? That sweater made me laugh."

"Alright, alright, I'm never going to see horror movies with you again. There's no need to keep bringing this up," Green Arrow said helplessly, casually firing a few arrows at Sinestro.

"Humans, can you please stop harassing us?" Sinestro didn't even bother to dodge; the shockwave from his fight with Green Lantern was enough to shatter the arrows.

"Hmm... Hal is fighting. If I just stand by and watch, wouldn't that seem rather disloyal?" Green Arrow fired another arrow. "Besides, attracting your attention is a way of indirectly helping him."

"----You'd better be a little less loyal, I have to take care of protecting you now," Green Lantern retorted.

"Heh heh----" Sinestro sneered, about to say something, when he noticed an arrow piercing through the attack and striking him squarely in the chest.

"Finally, they've fallen for it—" Green Arrow let out a wicked laugh.

"What... what's going on?" Sinestro felt a wave of weakness wash over him, and the power of the Parallax gradually dissipated.

"The divine weapon Scorpio's Arrow." Green Lantern smiled in unison. "The arrow that Charon, shot and killed Scorpio, has been blessed by Roland, Raven by Raven, mechanically modified by Cyborg, and fitted with a fragment of the Black Lantern Ring that I embedded—this is one of our trump cards."

"How did you get a fragment of the Black Lantern Ring?" Sinestro was utterly shocked.

"Parallel Universe," Green Lantern said curtly. "Alright, now we can talk."

"You're in charge," Sinestro said. "So what do you want to talk about? Joining forces?"

"That's right."

Teaming up with Green Lantern? You must be kidding me.

"I think it's alright. Some of them were once called friends by you. If you want to come back, I..."

"No, I call them colleagues, I've never called them friends," Sinestro interrupted Green Lantern. "I've never called anyone a friend except Abin Sue—and you."

"You—" Green Lantern couldn't help but sigh.

"Do you remember those times, Jordan?" Sinestro's words quickened. "Do you remember when we disobeyed the Guardians' orders? Do you remember when we tracked down and found Abin Thurn's killer? Do you remember when you finally faced the one responsible for your father's death?"

"Sinestro ----"

"Those were all wonderful moments, important moments, but they're all long gone, aren't they?"

"Sinestro, was it really necessary to go this far?" Green Lantern said. "You from the Parallel Universe released the Inspector, allowing it to infiltrate me—but I didn't expect you to willingly become its host."

"From the moment I was imprisoned in the Central Power Battery by the Guardians and first discovered that the Yellow Impurity was alive, I spent many years plotting its release," Sinestro stated candidly. "And it took me a lifetime to instill fear in the hearts of the Guardians of the Universe."

"Alright, Sinestro— " Green Lantern shook his head, "Now tell me, are you going to join me in facing the Blackest Night, or die here?"

"Are you going to kill me?" Sinestro was taken aback.

"I could have circumvented the Green Lantern rule a long time ago." Green Lantern shrugged. "Now give me your answer, or do you want me to prove something?"

"Let's team up for now." Sinestro extended his hand to Green Lantern.

"Okay." Green Lantern shook Sinestro's outstretched hand. "So, are we friends now?"

"Nothing could be more tragic, Hal. We'll always be friends."

A yellow light suddenly traveled from Sinestro's palm into Green Lantern's body. Hal was stunned. "What does this mean?"

"I'm a bit exhausted, and I lost control of the Inspector Monster," Sinestro said somewhat awkwardly. "I didn't ambush you."

"I sensed it. It's trying to use my body to stop you from swallowing it." Green Lantern nodded, expelling the Inspector from his body. "Even the embodiment of fear is afraid of you. You're something else, Sinestro."

"Hmm." Sinestro smiled. "Alright, let's get down to business. I've discovered a key point from that night."

Earth, Los Angeles.

After a performance, the Mucous Membrane packed up their instruments, looking somewhat uninterested.

Constantine and Dead Servant weren't there, and although it didn't affect the performance, they still felt like something was missing.

"Sigh... Wade and Constantine, why did they have to leave the band?" Benjamin couldn't help but sigh.

"Wade said he went abroad on some mission," Richie Simpson said. "Constantine —who knows, I hardly ever see him anymore."

"You've seen him before?" Ann-Marie was taken aback. "When? How come we didn't know?"

"Hey!" a familiar voice rang out from behind the band members, "I think I heard you guys talking about me?"

"Cons—" Ann-Marie turned around in surprise, only to see a guy wearing a black and red bodysuit, a red hood with black eye circles, and a guitar slung over his shoulder. "Wade?"

"How about that? My voice-changing ability?" Dead Servant said smugly.

"Why are you back? Weren't you supposed to be on a mission abroad?" Richie Simpson asked, puzzled.

"All done." Dead Servant shrugged. "Let's go grab a drink."

"Am I going too?" Benjamin asked.

"Right."

Smoking, drinking, womanizing, and sporting a mushroom-shaped hairstyle—that's the band.

"Smoking and drinking should wait until you're an adult." Dead Servant, holding a bottle in one hand, lifted Benjamin up with the other, looked around the bar, and shoved her into the arms of a strange woman with the best figure.

"So, you can play around with women right now?" Benjamin retorted.

"Oh no, Benjamin is in danger!" Richie Simpson wished he could take his place.

The band members partied at the bar until midnight, then strolled Youyou through the dark alleyways.

"So I can't drink, so why should I drink with you guys?" Benjamin asked.

"Pah, don't take your blessings for granted, you little brat!" Richie Simpson said irritably.

"If you were at the age where I don't want to be in a woman's arms, I think women would be happy to let you stay in their arms," Benjamin yawned.

"You brat----"

"Hey! You long-haired bastard up ahead! Did you guys scratch my car?!" A drunk man walked towards him and suddenly started cursing at Dead Servant.

"Long hair?" Dead Servant gave him the middle finger. "Do you want to hear what you're saying?"

"Pah! Don't think I won't recognize you just because you're like this!" The drunkard grabbed Dead Servant's hood and started pulling at it. "Tell me, where did you hide your hair?"

"Go to hell!" Dead Servant kicked the drunkard in the groin. Just then, a red light flew through the air and landed on Dead Servant's hand.

[Intelligent Life has been identified.]

[Wade Winston Wilson from Sector 2814. ]

[A torrent of anger is raging within you.]

[You belong to the Red Lantern Corps.]

"Huh?" Dead Servant suddenly felt himself bursting into flames. "What the hell? Is the Lantern Corps so short-staffed now?"

But thankfully it's not green.

Crimson flames replaced Dead Servant's blood, making him feel intensely hot, and he soared into the sky.

"Will he come back for dinner?" Richie Simpson asked the band members after a moment of silence.

"Is there something wrong with our band?" Benjamin began to ponder. "Maybe I should go learn some feng shui."

Vega System.

The Universe slave-trading race, the Daxamites, are invading a planet inhabited by a black, humanoid race with extremely primitive technology, who are completely powerless to resist the Daxamites invasion.

At that moment, a crimson light appeared in the Daxamites fleet, crashing directly into their warships and easily piercing them like a chopstick through tofu.

In less than an hour, the entire fleet was wiped out by one man.

"I fought against the slave traders, I am a hero, you can't treat me like this!" Two days later, the Dead Servant destroyed the Daxamites fleet was captured by the Indigo Tribe.

"Leaving aside your indiscriminate massacre of the Daxamites —what have you done to the native inhabitants of this planet?" Indigo-1 said helplessly.

"Isn't it normal for slave traders to have their entire families killed?" Dead Servant said nonchalantly. "As for the natives of this planet? I don't think they even have clothes, so I taught them to grow a type of fiber that's resistant to salt and alkali, resistant to heavy metal pollution, and has a hollow internal structure, giving it excellent breathability—"

"----What's the deal with that whip?"

"These are tools of production," Dead Servant mumbled. "You even care about this? Then the ranchers on Earth wouldn't survive!"

"----Give him the Ring." Indigo-1 couldn't help but roll her eyes, and directly ordered her subordinates to put the Teal Lantern Ring on the Dead Servant's finger.

"No, shouldn't this be prepared for the most heinous Universe prisoners? Why are you doing this to me?" Dead Servant wailed as he was fitted with the Lantern Ring.

However, for his safety, Indigo-1 did not remove his Red Lantern Ring. After all, for an ordinary Red Lantern, removing the Red Lantern Ring would be no different from killing him. Instead, she took him to Ganthet and asked Blue Lantern to remove the Red Lantern Ring for him.

Odym.

"Indigo-1, he didn't commit any serious crime, so why did you put the Teal Lantern Ring on him?" Ganthet asked, somewhat puzzled, after hearing Indigo-1's description.

"This guy is too crazy. It would be a good thing for the Universe if he could have Compassion," said Indigo-1.

"Amitabha, the female benefactor is right," Dead Servant said, continuing to operate on his phone.

"----What are you doing?" Indigo-1 asked curiously.

"I'm organizing the erotic images and videos I downloaded before, and I'll make them available for free to the world when I get back to Earth," Dead Servant said with a compassionate and Compassion. "Only when everyone's minds are filled with lewd thoughts will the world be more peaceful."

"----I suddenly feel that the yellow Lantern Ring is the most suitable for him." Indigo-1 sighed, rubbing her forehead.

"I think he still has hope now." Ganthet couldn't help but laugh, slipping a blue Lantern Ring onto Dead Servant's hand.

"Are you sure you're not joking?" Indigo-1's lips twitched. "I heard that the Blue Lantern Corps has a much stricter selection process than other Legion— "

"Of course, because the Blue Lantern Ring will abandon its holder the moment hope is lost," Ganthet nodded. "So choosing the owner of the Blue Lantern Ring so easily is no different from murder—but this guy doesn't seem like the type to give up hope at all."

"Is that so?" Indigo-1 felt that something was not right.

"Yes," Ganthet said with a smile, "This guy might just be the most suitable person for our Legion."

Not far away, two beams of light, one yellow and one green, rapidly approached. Ganthet looked up and said, "Hmm, it's my old friend."

"Ganthet, long time no see," Sinestro greeted.

"Sinestro, and Hal." Ganthet nodded to the two men. "What brings you here?"

"We're here for him." Sinestro pointed at Dead Servant.

"You mean him? ---" Green Lantern's expression immediately turned into one that was hard to describe.

"What do you mean by that?" Dead Servant glared at Green Lantern and said, "You green idiot!"

"The Blue Lantern Ring —does it also have the function of modifying language? When did this guy become so polite?" Green Lantern's expression became even more indescribable.

"He's quite good," Sinestro suddenly said. "This guy slaughtered a large number of Daxamites in the Vega System, using extremely cruel and creative methods, scaring even these Universe slave traders terrified—"

With that, Sinestro handed Dead Servant a Yellow Lantern Ring.

[Intelligent Life has been identified.]

[Wade Winston Wilson from Sector 2814. ]

You have the ability to instill immense fear in others.

Welcome to the Sinestro Corps.

"Should I get you a green Lantern Ring?" Green Lantern suddenly said to Dead Servant.

"Don't even think about it!" Dead Servant glared at Green Lantern.

"Just kidding." Green Lantern shrugged, but he was already determined to turn that bastard into a green hard-boiled egg.

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"So, I'm going to spread fear throughout the Universe," Dead Servant said.

"Wait, we have a group operation coming up, so don't wander off," Sinestro interjected. "Here's what we'll do: go to Zamaron as Diplomat and help us contact the Violet Lantern Corps."

"Sinestro, we formed an alliance for the Blackest Night, not to declare war on the Zamarons," Green Lantern said with a sigh.

"Anyway, I've sent people to forge an alliance," Sinestro said nonchalantly.

"Don't worry, I'll definitely make the alliance happen," Dead Servant assured Sinestro. "If all else fails, have Green Lantern use his charm on Queen of Zamaron— "

"Wait, come back!" Sinestro suddenly exclaimed in surprise.