Chapter 125 (edited)

Cosmocentrism has always existed, not tied to any specific planet or galaxy, but to certain individuals. 

The most recognized and widely accepted figure at the center of the DC universe has always been Superman. 

However, there are now murmurs among the Guardians of Oa and the Asgardians that perhaps Kara Zor-El, better known as Supergirl, has become the new center of the universe. This speculation arises because she seems to be uniquely attuned to the emotional spectrum, especially when she is near Oa. 

Oa, positioned at the central star of the universe, is a place of unparalleled power and significance. Kara, being considered the person at the center of the universe while standing in its very heart, has started to manifest phenomena no one fully understands. Her emotional fluctuations seem to resonate with the emotional spectrum itself, triggering corresponding lights and reactions. 

For example, when Kara felt pride in learning that her Kryptonian ancestors were beacons of hope 100,000 years ago, the blue light of hope responded. When she sympathized with the struggles of others, the indigo light of compassion surged to her. 

These reactions weren't something the other Lanterns could provoke, even though they had experienced similar emotions. Kara, however, found herself surrounded by vibrant, multicolored lights. Nine distinct hues responded to her emotions, a phenomenon unheard of in the annals of the Green Lantern Corps. 

The Asgardians, being ancient and wise, observed these events with fascination but shared no clear explanation. They simply stated to the bewildered Green Lanterns, "This crisis brought about by the yellow fear will resolve itself soon enough." 

Their certainty was met with skepticism. Some Green Lanterns questioned: "Are you sure she can be trusted? She has even attracted the yellow light of fear." 

The Asgardians, however, nodded in unison, offering no further clarity. 

Indeed, among the colorful lights surrounding Kara, there were negative emotions like fear (yellow) and greed (orange), alongside the more virtuous lights of hope (blue), compassion (indigo), and love (violet). The emotional spectrum wasn't inherently positive; red symbolized rage, orange was greed, and even love, represented by violet, could turn obsessive. 

Now, Kara bore almost all the emotional spectrum's rings, including the rare white and black lights. 

Why was this happening? 

Kara herself might have had an inkling. Her resonance with the yellow light wasn't due to her own fear but stemmed from the fear she could instill in others. Similarly, the orange light of greed responded not because she was personally greedy but because she longed for the restorative power of the white light, which represented life itself. 

She glanced at the white ring on her right little finger, her thoughts inscrutable. 

As for the violet light, it was deeply tied to love—an emotion Kara understood through the memories of her original self and the genetic imprint of Kryptonian life. Krypton, a world driven by love and sacrifice, left an indelible mark on her. 

Before her stood five rings, glowing brightly: blue for hope, indigo for compassion, violet for love, yellow for fear, and orange for greed. They beckoned her. 

Kara looked at her hands, already adorned with rings: green for willpower, red for rage, black for death, and white for life. 

"This is ridiculous," she muttered, feeling overwhelmed. The chorus of voices welcoming her to each Corps only added to her irritation. 

Finally, Kara sighed and decided to accept the five rings. She recited the oaths—each one taking considerable time and energy—until all nine rings found their place on her fingers. 

Her right hand bore the darker emotions: black on her thumb, red on her index finger, orange on her middle finger, yellow on her ring finger, and white on her little finger. 

Her left hand carried the more positive emotions: green on her index finger, blue on her middle finger, indigo on her ring finger, and violet on her little finger. 

She noted the symmetry and chuckled, "Am I a rainbow now?" 

Nine rings—a feat unparalleled in history—glimmered on her fingers. But one spot remained empty: the left thumb. Kara frowned. "Maybe there's another ring out there." 

The thought was half-serious, and she considered simply placing a decorative band there to balance the set. But before she could act on it, a sudden vortex appeared before her, crackling with temporal and spatial energy. 

A time-space tunnel, unpredictable and dangerous, spun wildly before her. Kara braced herself, expecting an adversary or some other peril to emerge. 

Instead, a single ring shot out from the vortex and slid neatly onto her left thumb. 

"What the hell?" Kara whispered, staring at the mysterious new addition.