"First, my energy... why is it blue? Is this the Emotional Spectrum that represents 'compassion'?"
"No."
Sinestro opened his eyes and stared at John for a few seconds.
"Your energy should be a fusion of the green and yellow Emotional Spectrum."
"I understand, continue."
Sinestro's brow twitched.
He had originally thought the other person would ask questions like "What is Spectrum?"
But the other party seemed to know more than he had imagined.
Why the hell are you asking that...?
With that in mind, Sinestro decided to continue.
"Green represents willpower, which is the source of the Green Lantern Ring's power... Yellow represents fear, which is the core energy of the Parallax."
However, in all the records since the birth of the universe, no life form has ever successfully fused these two Spectrum.
"Why?"
"Because they are mutually exclusive."
Sinestro continued.
"When the Guardians designed the Green Lantern Ring, they deliberately included an isolation mechanism."
If a member is affected by the Yellow Spectrum, the ring will automatically sever the energy connection to protect the host from collapse.
But even with this layer of protection...
Historically, all Legion members who attempted to access the Yellow Spectrum ultimately suffered irreversible mental breakdowns.
"Mental breakdown?"
John listened without showing any expression.
"Then why am I okay?"
"I have no idea."
A barely perceptible flicker of annoyance crossed Sinestro's eyes.
He stared at the pale blue ring on John's hand that hung in front of his knee, his pupils reflecting the tranquil halo around it.
"Perhaps... your willpower is strong enough to break the restrictions and forcibly lock the two Spectrum together."
Green acknowledges your will; yellow is suppressed by your will.
You tamed them both before they devoured each other...
But this clearly violates all known laws of emotion in the universe.
John nodded casually.
He glanced down at the ring in his palm; a pale blue halo was quietly enveloping Sinestro's ring.
Under the pressure of John's will, it was unable to move.
John then loosened his grip and threw Sinestro's ring back.
A flicker of surprise crossed Sinestro's eyes, but he caught the ring and immediately slipped it back onto his middle finger.
Soon, the green light came on again.
But just as he was about to reinfuse his will into the Green Ring, he discovered that the ring still wouldn't move and couldn't condense any energy entity.
It's just a damn decoration.
Sinestro's already somber face darkened even further.
"Now, the second question."
John looked away, held up two fingers, and continued speaking condescendingly.
"What's the size of your legion now? And how many more like you are there?"
Although he didn't know the specific meaning of "goods," Sinestro could tell that John wasn't saying anything nice.
But given the current situation, he swallowed this humiliation.
Although Sinestro was arrogant, he also knew the principle that "there are always people better than you, and there is always something beyond your understanding."
The addition of a rare and formidable "native" like John to the Green Spectrum... might be a good thing for the entire legion, which is already short of combat power.
But... he vaguely remembered that Abin had come to Earth about ten years ago.
And through Spectrum screening, they selected a "native" named Hal Jordan.
They even said he was the person with the strongest will on this planet, and even in the entire Milky Way.
At the time, he was undoubtedly disdainful.
But with the intention of understanding, I took a quick look at the portrait that Abin had conjured through the ring.
Hal Jordan was probably in his early twenties at the time, which would be middle-aged by today's standards.
But... what on earth is this blond young man in front of me who looks like he's just come of age?
He is definitely not Hal Jordan.
With his willpower to easily suppress both Emotional Spectrum, he could easily stomp Hal Jordan into a cesspool.
After putting on the ring, Sinestro remained silent for a few seconds before looking up at John.
"The Legion has 3,600 members and covers 3,600 sectors across the entire universe."
Each sector has a resident guardian, and I am Korugar's chief, ranking among the top ten in strength within the Legion.
If the Guardians were to intervene personally... perhaps you wouldn't utter such arrogant words."
"Oh, the Guardians?"
"The supreme Guardians of Oa, the founder of the Legion."
They possess the underlying code of the Emotional Spectrum and can mobilize the full energy of the Central Power Battery.
If they decide to take the ring back from your hand—"
"Oh, will they be able to take it?"
John didn't hold back and retorted directly.
However, Sinestro did pause for a moment.
"I... don't know. Theoretically, the Guardians can forcibly recall any of the Lantern Ring."
But the one in your hand seems to have been reprogrammed by your will.
As for whether it can still obey the Guardians's commands, I can't guarantee that.
"Very good."
John swallowed the last sip of warm milk from his glass.
He then stood up and snapped his the Snap.
Then, Sinestro discovered that his ring was working normally again.
"You can get out now."
Sinestro was visibly taken aback.
"What do you mean?"
"Take your sexy little ring and get off my planet."
John stood at the corner of the stairs, looking down at him.
But Sinestro didn't activate the ring immediately. Instead, he narrowed his yellowish, piercing eyes and stared intently at John's face:
"You're just going to let me go like this? You should know very well that once I return to Oa..."
All data regarding this... unusual planet, and its unknown Spectrum, will be presented to the Guardians immediately.
"Oh? You fucking want revenge?"
John grinned smugly, revealing his fangs.
"But based on my understanding of your legion... your style of operation has always been based on 'non-intervention'."
"And I, a frail and good young man, was living happily in my small town."
Then, a paranoid alien came knocking on my door and started fighting without saying a word...
So, what kind of uncivilized, primitive planet is your Oa, with no laws?
"You trespassed on private property, fine, but what I did was self-defense."
... Are you so weak and frail?
Then what the hell am I?
Sinestro's lips twitched; he had never seen such a shameless person.
"Also, I'm not in the mood to deal with your nonsense right now. More idiots like you are coming soon."
Sinestro selectively ignored the word "idiot" and frowned in confusion.
"The sector where this region is located is in a remote area, and the Guardians have long established interstellar laws."
How could any other force possibly be targeting you?
"Yes... to be precise, those idiots are looking for me."
As he spoke, John twisted his finger, pointing it directly at himself.
Kryptonian?
Sinestro's eye twitched.