Ron temporarily returned to his Gotham residence with Catwoman.
There was no need to go out for information; just by watching TV, they could see what changes Gotham had undergone on this new day.
Gotham was in chaos.
The television channels vied to report various news about Gotham, mostly revolving around Wayne Group and Batman.
All major sections of newspapers were occupied by these stories.
Some companies under Wayne Group were being investigated by government departments.
Banks under Wayne Group were robbed, Wayne Tower was terrorized, and Wayne Group employees were kidnapped, with Bruce Wayne being demanded to pay ransom.
Various incidents were occurring frequently.
In short, waking up this morning, Batman probably found that all of Gotham was against him, targeting him.
"That Bruce Wayne must be swamped."
In the mansion, Catwoman, while curiously manipulating the Green Lantern Ring to conjure a lifelike kitten and petting it, shook her head and commented.
"To the people of Gotham, Batman's identity will no longer be a mystery."
Ron's eyes flickered as he watched the TV.
Batman, wearing his bat mask, walked with a grim expression into the building where employees were being held hostage, completely ignoring the reporters who were frantically questioning if he was Bruce Wayne.
He must be preparing to admit his identity.
Otherwise, he wouldn't appear in broad daylight, uncaring about reporters taking pictures of his face.
He primarily couldn't deal with this now; the various incidents caused by the different factions in Gotham were enough to keep him extremely busy, with no time to think about anything else.
"If this continues, I suspect even if he isn't defeated by the Court of Owls and the gangs, he'll be worked to death."
After playing with the kitten for a while and making it disappear, she once again admired the Green Lantern Ring on her hand, whose glow was deeper and more beautiful than jade, and said.
Such frequent incidents, all targeting Bruce Wayne, if he truly has the character to die rather than let an innocent person perish because of him, he will definitely be worked to death.
"Oh, right, you turned my body back into a normal person."
Saying this, she looked at Ron with a hint of resentment in her eyes.
As soon as they left Oa, her body was transformed back to that of a normal person.
When she was useful, he granted her power, treating her as a tool.
When he didn't need her, he took back the power.
"If you don't want to, return the Green Lantern Ring to me as well."
Sitting on the sofa, Ron, dressed in pajamas, turned off the TV and extended his hand, speaking to Catwoman, who was taking advantage of him and still complaining.
Although he had taken back the power of Thor, he had not taken back the Green Lantern Ring.
"No, I'm very willing."
Catwoman quickly hugged the ring to her chest, guarding it like a small cat protecting its food, then, seeing that he made no move to snatch it, she spread her five fingers and continued to admire the jade-like Green Lantern Ring on her hand, chuckling softly.
"Speaking of which, this is the first time a man has given me a ring, and it's quite beautiful."
After speaking, she secretly glanced at Ron.
Truth be told, although this guy was very annoying, by following him, she had witnessed and experienced many exciting and thrilling events that ordinary people could not imagine.
The Court of Owls hidden in Gotham, possessing superpowers to control lightning, encountering aliens, and even visiting the Universe Police headquarters, causing a ruckus, and obtaining a Green Lantern Ring.
For a woman like Catwoman, flowers and beaches, which work for ordinary women, were useless.
But novel and exciting experiences could make her heart race.
Especially when Ron led her, leisurely strolling on Oa, defeating thousands of Lanterns by himself, amidst her nervousness, her heart seemed to beat a little erratically at that time.
Recalling it, the youthful Catwoman's expression was unnatural, slightly flushed.
"Go to bed early; we'll set off for Metropolis tomorrow."
Slowly rising, Ron walked towards the bedroom.
"Metropolis? What are we going there for?"
Catwoman was puzzled.
"Is there another alien crash there too?"
She had asked casually, with a light chuckle, as a jest.
But to her surprise, Ron replied without looking back: "Something like that."
"Again? Why is Earth so popular with aliens?"
Her expression froze instantly.
Going to Metropolis, of course, was to meet Superman.
His main purpose in coming to the DC main Universe this time was to meet Superman and see if he could record the Kryptonian panel from him.
Ability points: 1.5 million.
After causing a ruckus on Oa, his ability points had reached an unprecedented level.
"It's not enough to exchange for the Kryptonian template yet, but it should be close enough. It's just that there's one point of doubt: whether the Superman template is a pure Kryptonian template."
It was somewhat uncertain, but he had to go and see.
On Oa, in the Temple.
The Guardians of the Universe returned to their Temple, emanating an ancient aura, standing tall on stone pillars.
"Will has always been our only weapon against the dark forces in the Universe."
"But now this power seems insufficient, and we intend to activate a new power, Sinestro. We choose you to select a small team to try this."
"What power?"
Sinestro's expression shifted; hearing that he could gain new power, he was a little impatient.
Ron had shown him his own and the Green Lantern Corps' weakness.
He had to become stronger to deal with various potential enemies, including Ron.
The Guardians of the Universe and Sinestro had similar thoughts; the power of will seemed somewhat inadequate, and the Corps had to become stronger to maintain order in the Universe.
"Fear."
The Guardians of the Universe looked at each other and answered solemnly.
"Fear?"
His expression changed slightly, as if he had heard of it somewhere, and he frowned: "I remember the monster that killed Abin Sur, called Parallax, feeds on fear and uses the power of fear."
"Indeed, it is the power used by that monster."
The Guardians of the Universe recounted a past event to him.
The Emotional Spectrum, one of the most powerful forces in the Universe.
Red for Rage, Orange for Avarice, Yellow for Fear, Green for Willpower, Blue for Hope, Indigo for Compassion, Violet for Love.
The further away a power was from the center of the spectrum, the greater its influence on the user, with Willpower being a power that completely did not affect the user's sanity.
Therefore, they adopted the power of Will as the Corps' weapon, vowing never to use other powers.
But when they found that the strength of the Green Lanterns was simply not comparable to that of ordinary Kryptonians, some among the Guardians of the Universe proposed forging a Fear Lantern Ring to enhance the Corps' power.
"We had a fierce argument among ourselves. To prove to us that the power of fear was controllable, he entered the ocean of fear in the forbidden temple, intending to control Parallax, the physical embodiment of the power of fear."
The Guardians of the Universe's narrative tone was uncharacteristically heavy.
"But he failed and was instead devoured by Parallax, losing his sanity!"
"However…"
As they spoke, the tone shifted.
"He was trying to control Parallax, a Lantern Beast with its own intelligence, which is why he was devoured. If it's just the pure power of fear in the Universe…"
Another Guardian of the Universe slowly continued the conversation.
"The power of fear, being only one step away from Willpower, the center of the Emotional Spectrum, it is not impossible for it to be controlled. Sinestro, are you willing to lead the Corps' warriors to try?"
"Of course, Guardians."
Sinestro's eyes showed a craving for power, and he nodded in agreement without hesitation.
Although he felt that the power of the Will Lantern Ring he controlled was insufficient against Ron, it didn't mean he lacked confidence in himself.
"The power of fear, I will master it!"
He slowly clenched his fist and said in a deep voice.
Sinestro's eyes revealed ambition, as if he held the power of fear within his fist.