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"Well then, you two."

At the edge of the crater, he waved casually to the two people behind him, looking just like an ordinary audience member who had just finished watching a great movie and was about to leave.

"A spectacular fireworks display, an amazing exchange of ideas, thank you for your hospitality. If there are any more events like this in the future, please remember to save me a front-row ticket. Should I then claim my payment?"

Behind the nonchalant smile on his face lay a deep fear of these non-human beings.

He just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

"no problem."

Xiu En stepped forward and drew a circle in the air with his hand.

This time, on the other side of the door was an ordinary-looking alleyway filled with all sorts of strange bottles, jars, and magic books.

It was the back door of Constantine's mysterious house, where he appeared and disappeared unpredictably.

"Well then, boss, it's a deal."

Constantine turned around and checked one last time.

"Next time you need to find someone, or if there's some devil you're too embarrassed to go down and beat up yourself, just call me anytime. You should know how to contact me, right?"

"Know."

"Then if you want to come back to this world, just shout towards the sun of your world. I, who am in charge of teleportation, can hear you. The projection of Xiu En, who is in charge of teleporting those refugees home, is usually free between 3 and 5 pm, when the sunlight is best and they will slack off. They should be able to hear your call at that time."

Constantine's lips twitched.

Slacking off? Shouting at the sun? And you even differentiate between morning and afternoon?

And what does "refugee" mean?

He didn't ask any more questions, just waved his hand casually and walked into the portal without looking back. His eagerness to clock out made Hal feel refreshed, as if he had sent away a huge, walking virus source.

After seeing Constantine off, only Shuen and Hal remained in the square, along with Seneca, who was not far away and was radiating resentment as if to say, "Why aren't you leaving yet?"

Hal let out a long sigh of relief.

The yellow light incident has temporarily come to an end, and the parallax monster has also been suppressed...

Before his thoughts could finish wandering, Xiu En's next words interrupted him.

"Alright, we've tried the appetizers and the sashimi served before the meal."

Shuen stretched, twirling the newly made tricolor ring on his middle finger, then looked expectantly at Hal and Seneca in the distance.

"So, where does the anger lie for the next main course?"

Hal's smile froze on his face.

My goodness, you're coming again?! Don't you ever get a rest?

He felt like a corporate slave who had just finished working seven days and seven nights with his boss and was about to go home when his boss patted him on the shoulder at the company entrance and said, "Young man, you've done a good job. We're going on a business trip now, for a month."

This feeling is hard to describe.

"anger?"

"We just suppressed one cosmic lampbeast! And now you're going to find another one?! Can't you take a break? Like going back to Earth, having a coffee, watching TV, and enjoying some peace?"

Why do we need to rest?

Xiu En asked in return, puzzled.

"Shouldn't the next dish be served right after the meal? Are we supposed to wait all day for the next dish?"

"We're not a restaurant! We're cosmic police!"

Hal was almost roaring, but he quickly gave up.

He could only look to the person he least wanted to ask for help, as if seeking a plea for assistance.

"Sinestro".

Hal sounded listless.

Do you have the coordinates for the Angry Spectrum Lantern?

Seneca glanced at him, her contempt undisguised.

In his view, the question itself represents the Green Lantern Corps' ignorance and incompetence.

But he still spoke up.

"Anger. The most violent force on the spectrum of emotions. Its source is in sector 666 of the universe, in a dead galaxy called Ismot."

He seemed to have a thorough understanding of this intelligence.

"Sector 666?"

"Isn't that the Slaughter Sector? It's said to be an eternal purgatory soaked in blood! For hundreds of millions of years, no life has ever returned alive from there! Are you trying to send us to our deaths?"

"I'm just answering your question, Jordan."

"Whether you go to your deaths or to savor the experience is your own business. I have no interest in knowing."

He did it on purpose.

He wished those annoying guys would all die in the sea of ​​blood in Ismot.

"However, I can remind you of something. Anger is not as gentle as will, nor as disciplined as fear. It is a beast. It devours everything and destroys everything. The behemoth of light there is also the most insane and unreasonable of all the light beasts."

He laughed in an almost curse-like tone, "Enjoy your meal."

After he finished speaking, he transformed into a streak of yellow light and disappeared into the grayish-yellow sky of Kovald.

Clearly, a fight was out of the question now, and he didn't want to see those bastards who were disrupting his order for even a second longer.

Only Shuen and Hal remained in the square.

"Slaughter Sector, Ismot Planet... Red Lantern Purgatory..."

Hal's face looked even worse than when he was mentally assaulted by Parallax.

As a Green Lantern, he had certainly heard the terrifying tales about that sector.

That's a forbidden zone that even the Green Lantern Corps would deliberately avoid; it's a festering sore in the universe, a forbidden zone for life.

And now, he's actually going there to forage for food?

Bah, what foraging? Why did I even think that way?

"great!"

"That sounds really exciting!"

Xiu En looked excited.

"The most primitive? The most ferocious? The most unreasonable? Isn't that the standard for top-quality wild ingredients?! It sounds way more sophisticated than your industrially farmed green vegetables and Seneca's military-grade canned yellow luncheon meat!"

Hal: "..."

He looked at the excited Xiu En and asked in a completely emotionless tone, "So, shall we go there now?"

"Of course! Let's go, Director! Let's try the best flavor of anger in the entire universe!"

Hal gave Shuen the coordinates of the massacre sector.

Then Hal felt a sudden darkness before his eyes and was pulled into a newly appeared portal.

This teleportation experience was filled with endless malicious ramblings that constantly irritated him.

The surrounding space was a chaotic, blood-red color.

"vomit……"

Even HAL, an ace test pilot who was used to all kinds of extreme environments, couldn't help but feel nauseous.

He forced himself to endure the discomfort and looked up at his surroundings.

Then, he was so stunned by the sight before him that he forgot to breathe.

They were suspended in a deathly silent space.

There is only endless crimson here.

Cosmic dust coalesced into a surging sea of ​​blood, with shattered planetary debris floating silently within it like congealed black blood clots.

A series of hideous scars, seemingly piercing through the entire galaxy, were clearly visible at the end.

"This is the slaughter sector."

The green light in Hal's hand appeared so small and helpless in this scarlet world.

"We've really come to hell."

"Yes, that's true."

Xiu En took a breath of the energy here.

"There's no other flavor. Only anger and sorrow. Like a piece of corned beef that's been fried over and over again for a very long time, completely charred."

"It doesn't taste good."

Xiu En provided a conclusion.

Just as Hal was still unsettled by this land of despair, and Shuen was still disappointed by the quality of the ingredients, a small figure appeared from the rolling blood cloud in the distance.

Was that a cat?

A blue, fluffy-looking house cat.

It floated there quietly, its azure eyes like two pure sapphires, watching the two uninvited guests.

Around its neck was a red light ring that was emitting an ominous red glow.

Am I dreaming?

Hal rubbed his eyes, certain that he hadn't been affected by Parallax's mental attack.

"Did I see a cat swimming in the sky?"

Xiu En's focus was completely different.

"Good appearance. Pure fur color, judging from its size it should be a male cat, around three years old. It just looks a little unhappy."

As if to confirm Xiu En's words, the little blue cat opened its mouth towards them.

It let out a roar filled with hatred and sorrow!

"You...are not allowed...to go over there!"

Hal stared in disbelief, his mouth agape. This cat could actually talk?

However, the next second, something even more outrageous happened.

The blue cat arched its back after roaring!

A mouthful of scarlet blood spurted from its mouth!

The blood plasma condensed into a blood-red arrow, carrying a corrosive aura and boundless rage, shooting straight towards the two of them!

"careful!!"

Hal immediately realized what was happening and instinctively tried to create an energy shield in front of him!

But Hughes was faster than him.

Xiu En extended his hand.

A layer of golden light appeared in his palm.

The blood-red arrow struck the light membrane!

When the raging power of anger came into contact with the light membrane, all the violent, murderous, and destructive will within it was forcibly stripped away!

In the end, only a small clump of dark red liquid remained suspended in Xiu En's palm.

"Um……"

Xiu En brought the liquid to his nose and smelled it carefully.

"interesting."

"Beneath the surface of anger lies a very, very deep sadness and obsession."

"Salty? Is it the taste of tears? There's also a burnt smell mixed in. The flavor is very complex, with many layers."

He looked up at the little blue cat, who was stunned because its fatal blow had been easily neutralized.

"Little guy."

What have you been through?

The blue cat tilted its head, a look of confusion appearing in its murderous blue eyes.

It couldn't understand why this golden creature before it wasn't afraid of its furious blood, which was enough to melt souls.

I don't understand why there's no fear or disgust in the other person's eyes.

"I...smell...her scent."

The cat uttered more broken, sorrowful words.

It refers to the natural aura emanating from Xiu En.

"She's always...so gentle with me...she says...I'm a good cat..."

Its emotions seem to have become unstable.

"who is she?"

Xiu asked tentatively, his tone much gentler.

"My master...they...killed her...right in front of me..."

Red tears of blood began to seep from the blue cat's eyes.

"They said...she was a stray cat..."

"I found them...with my teeth...with my claws..."

"I... I hate it so much..."

"I... am Dex Starr... I... am a good cat..."

"I will...find them...all...who hurt her..."

"Then...kill them...all of them..."

The fragmented monologues pieced together a simple yet cruel story.

A stray cat adopted by a woman witnesses her owner being murdered by a villain. The sadness and hatred in her heart attract the Red Light Ring, turning it into an embodiment of rage born for revenge.

"So that's how it is."

Xiu En nodded; he roughly understood.

The anger of this kitten stems from love and loss.

Then, he did something that almost caused Hal's heart to stop.

He withdrew all his energy, put on a smile that always worked on children, and reached out his hand to the cat named Dex.

"Don't be afraid."

He spoke softly, as if coaxing a stray cat in his backyard.

"Come here, let me touch you."

He wanted to pet the cat.

In sector 666 of the universe, one faces a dangerous cosmic creature wearing a red light ring that sprays corrosive blood plasma.

He wanted to pet the cat.

Dex was finally jolted awake from his sorrowful memories when he saw the hand reaching out to him!

It immediately bared its teeth, its blue fur standing on end, assuming its most ferocious attack stance!

In its mind, any attempt to touch it, except by its female owner, is a provocation!

"roar--!!!"

It roared angrily again, seemingly preparing to launch an even more ferocious attack!