The red lantern followed Feng into the portal, finding himself in a new world or dimension as he called it. It was filled with what seemed to be blocks and had blocky creatures running around.
At first he questioned the person that refused he was a hero but that went down the drain as the next second everything became dark, there was no light as if his vision was stripped away from him.
This darkness felt primal, omnipresent even and he could feel a deep terror beginnings to grab his heart. The red lantern gritted his teeth in defiance, why should he be afraid of such things?!!. He was angry and he would let that anger flood him until he destroyed this oppressive dankness.
With a mighty roar, the red lantern glowed a fierce red...but that did not do anything. For the darkness still remained and to his eyes his light was devoured.
"Hahah, look at him trying to find out what's wrong, how do you like getting played with." Feng snickered as he saw the struggling lantern. Darkness was an affect that came with thr now update and it usually appeared when the warden was awoken.
Speaking of mobs, Feng rubbed his hands with a sinister plot in his mind. Currently the lantern was on the ground and Feng with a simple command turned the day into night.
Then he went down close to the enraged lantern and placed down three wardens on him and seven skulk sensors all around him.
Then he just summoned a whole lot if phantoms and creepers in him so he could pass the suffering down more easily and to make it more fun, he inflicted him with nausea for ten minutes, then he brought out a splash potion of regeneration and slowness.
He crushed the potion of regeneration first—how considerate—only to mock the red lantern with false hope. The effects crawled over the lantern's skin like cold oil, healing his wounds just enough to ensure he could feel every bit of what came next.
Then, the slowness.
The second bottle shattered, and a sluggishness overtook the red lantern, as if his body was wading through tar. His mind raged, furious, incandescent with the injustice of this trap, but his limbs betrayed him, responding like rusted gears in winter.
The skulk sensors began to pulse—soft, eerie vibrations that whispered to the wardens: here.
A low rumble.
The ground shook.
And then—they emerged.
Three wardens, impossibly tall, with ribcage-like chests glowing dim blue, unseeing yet all-aware. They sniffed the air, turning toward the pulsing center of sound: the red lantern, snarling, breathing heavy, his ring pulsing faintly through the black.
The phantoms swooped first, tearing through the air like serrated knives. They clawed at the red lantern's exposed skin, their spectral bodies leaving trails of shimmering afterglow. Then came the creepers—hissing, jerking, twitching like wind-up corpses—circling him, their presence a ticking time bomb.
BOOM.
BOOM.
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*A few hours later*
The red lantern was now unconscious in a large crater, Feng desummoned the mobs and stretched. He never thought creative mod in human form could be so addictive.
But he knows when not to lose himself. What he was trying to say was he enjoyed torturing the lantern, too bad he couldn't take the ring off or he would die...
He sighed and then snapped his fingers, a pixilated Portal appeared to the outside world.
"Huh?.", Feng blinked in front of the portal was a confused super girl.
Seeing the portal, super girls eyes lit up, she seemed to know Feng. "Didn't expect to meet you here Feng, I thought a red lantern was patrolling around here and causing some chaos. It's me Kara Danvers"
It seemed Kara didn't see the use of hiding her secret from this guy she met in the park a few days ago, she never thought he would be a meta-human.
Feng raised an eyebrow. "Why are you telling me your identity, I'm not even a hero, also this red head tried to kill me."
Kata backed off as Feng went out of the portal while dragging the red lantern, the pixilated Portal closed behind him quickly as he came out.
Kara rubbed the back of her head. "Yeah...that may not have been a good idea Huh...well if you're not a hero, you're a villain then?."
Feng's lips twitched. "I'd rather call myself a wandering mercenary or an Anti-Hero. I am not a villain Kara."
Kara looked the other way. "Well your clothed don't really say that, it feels like you're a mad kind or something."
Feng sighed but smiled, it was nice meeting someone familiar after coming back from the mc world...again. "Huh ok hero, anyways can you take this person away he was quite annoying to deal with."
Kara tilted her head. "I could but Superman was 'mentoring' on how to be heroic, seriously, just because I was stuck in the phantom zone for some time he thinks he is I'm charge of me ot something, Hey Supes you can stop eavesdropping now."
A distant whoosh answered her words before a tall figure descended from the clouds—cape billowing, eyes narrowed with that ever-iconic intensity.
Superman landed softly, the air thrumming with kinetic energy. "I wasn't eavesdropping," he said, arms crossing over his chest, "I was observing. There's a difference."
Feng smirked, brushing phantom ash from his sleeve. "Sure, big blue. 'Observing' while hovering just out of sight with your super-hearing conveniently tuned in. Totally not creepy at all."
Superman smiled. "Have we met before?."
"Yeah we did actually, a few days ago when I was fighting those two thief's." Feng casually replied.
Superman's eyes lit up. "Oh, you're that guy with the iron armor, didn't I tell you to leave the crime fighting to professionals?."
Feng scratched his chin. "Hey, I tried but this bastard was the one that attacked me thinking I'm a hero when I got back from a day long expedition to find somethings, Ugh either way I still did not get what I wanted, I just came back for a break."
Superman nodded in understanding. "Very well. I guess that is acceptable, but if you're not against it. Why not join the justice league, you seem like you would make a good hero."
Feng placed a hand on his chin and then thought about it, if he joined the justice league he would obtain a lot of benefits but there is also the risk of getting in trouble by getting involved with them.
For example, fighting Doomsday, Dealing with Batman and there are also some heroes who definitely do not take too kindly to others joining their group without anything to show for it...
Well it's not really a bad deal. Atlease better than getting kidnapped by the Suicide squad or being attacked by the leagues of assassin's and all the other messed up organization's.
Feng glanced at Superman, then at Kara, then finally at the unconscious red lantern who let out a small groan in his cratered slumber.
"Tempting offer," Feng said, cracking his neck, "but I don't work well in uniforms… or under surveillance satellites."
Kara raised an eyebrow, floating a little higher. "You do realize you'd be working with the most powerful people on Earth, not under them. You'd still be you."
Feng snorted. "Power doesn't impress me. Freedom does."
Superman's smile faded slightly, but he remained composed. "That freedom comes with responsibility. You may not see yourself as a hero, but your actions say otherwise."
"Really? Torturing a red lantern counts as heroism now?" Feng asked, arching a brow.
"It depends," Superman replied coolly, "was it justice… or revenge?"
Feng's smirk faltered for the briefest second. "Let's just say it was stress relief."
Kara floated down beside him, her expression thoughtful. "Well, thubj about it, the league isn't that bad.'