The conference room is a wide space with a podium facing the crowd in the center. There are exactly nine chairs placed on the podium, four on each side and one in the middle. However, the crowd under the stage did not show any excitement after seeing this arrangement.
They eagerly want to know why these nine people can stand in the spotlight, but they cannot. As avid fans of <Rick and Morty>, they are very aware of a negative setting of Citadel of Ricks Fortress: Although all Rick have exactly the same IQ, in Citadel, there are countless Rick who are reduced to doing menial low-level jobs.
Therefore, they will never allow themselves to fall into that miserable class. What's more, their self-esteem is even stronger than Rick. How can they easily admit that they are inferior to other variants?
What's Luck is that just before everyone was about to riot or make trouble, they received an explanation message from the Citadel communication system, explaining why these nine people could enjoy this special treatment.
The first reason is simple, because their strength has all reached Eighth Tier or above. This explanation can barely appease everyone. After all, they still understand the principle of "the strong are respected". Since these variants can achieve such achievements before them, it is enough to prove their excellence.
However, many variants have weapons or other means that can deal with Eighth Tier mage, so this alone is not enough to completely convince the public. Fortunately, other reasons are also listed in the information, such as these nine people have shown the highest level in technology, magic and "influence".
The "Ian" present here are obviously not completely convinced, because they all have absolute confidence in their abilities. Moreover, Citadel has not announced the technological level of these people in detail, nor has it explained what the so-called "influence" specifically refers to.
However, this explanation at least temporarily calmed everyone's dissatisfaction and made them willing to calm down and watch the following ceremony. Afterwards, the entire venue fell silent and waited quietly.
A beam of light flashed on a seat on the left, teleporting one of them, "Ian". This man was wearing a robe similar to Dumbledore, and even his gestures and demeanor were somewhat similar. He had an extremely neatly trimmed goatee, which made him look older than his actual age.
"Hello everyone, Ian·Bones. My name is Ian·Bones," the man said with a smile, and this corny joke elicited a few chuckles. "I'm from dimension C-654. Nice to meet you all."
A bright light flashed, and another "Ian" appeared. However, he was dressed like a 19th-century gentleman London, and even wore a monocle.
"That guy stole my line. He just knew how to Mind Reading."
There was another chuckle from the crowd.
"The number they gave me was B-235."
The third variant appeared. His whole body was shrouded in a blood-red robe, with a dark aura lingering around him, and even his eyes were a creepy blood-red color.
"C-666." He spat out these words coldly, without unnecessary nonsense. Everyone stared at him and remained silent. Everyone knew very well that it was best to stay away from this variant of antisocial personality. These guys are the real lunatics.
The appearance of the fourth man made everyone look strange, because he was actually wearing the clothes of an ancient Egypt pharaoh.
"It's a long story," he explained with a wry smile. "During the first test flight of my Multiverse spacecraft, it unfortunately crashed in the ancient Egypt era. Without any resources or repair knowledge, I could only choose to take control there and use the magic system and resources of that era to repair the spacecraft."
"Then things got out of hand and the rest is history."
Everyone instantly understood that this guy should originally belong to "Imperial Faction", but he only embarked on this path because of an accident. Perhaps after experiencing a long period of rule, he had completely integrated into the culture of that era.
"By the way, I'm F-823."
The seats on the left were already full, and the beam sent the fifth person to the seat on the right farthest from the center. This man immediately attracted everyone's attention as soon as he appeared, because he had gray hair and a completely white beard.
This variant exudes an extremely strong sense of vicissitudes, and one can tell at a glance that he has experienced unimaginable suffering. When other variants saw him, they all knew in their hearts that if their lives failed completely, this would probably be their final fate.
"I am A-001," the old Ian said in a hoarse voice, "I am sitting here just to sound the alarm for everyone here."
The atmosphere at the venue instantly became a little heavy. Then, the sixth person appeared. He was wearing a futuristic and technological costume, and his style was somewhat similar to "Time Lord" from Gallifrey during the period of the 13th Doctor in <Doctor Who>.
"I am M-616."
As soon as he said this, he immediately attracted everyone's attention. C-137 and 616, these are the two legendary numbers that all variants dream of getting. More importantly, he also grabbed the letter "M" that represents Marvel.
To be able to get this number, his dimensions are definitely extraordinary.
The appearance of the seventh man is also surprising. He does not have the iconic black hair and blue eyes of most variants, instead he has dazzling blond hair and golden eyes. A noble and holy aura emanates from him.
"Shh--" Someone in the crowd took the lead in booing, and then most of the variants joined in, making no secret of their disdain and contempt for the "gods".
"Please, everyone, the divine civilization also has a lot of merits." L-123 tried to defend himself.
However, it is of no use, because the vast majority of "Ian" hate Divinity and religion in their hearts.
In the end, L-123 didn't even have time to give a detailed introduction to Self. His number representing the dimension was suspended above his seat like everyone else.
The eighth one to appear is our protagonist - G-003 (Ian·Bones). He is wearing the iconic platinum robe, which immediately attracts everyone's attention. The style of this robe is not unusual, because its design is inspired by the "Grand Magician Robe" in a certain game, and many variants have similar styles.
However, the magical light flowing on the robe and the extremely exquisite runes gave him a unique and charming temperament.
"I am G-003, and I very much hope to become your next Council chairman." Ian resisted the urge to announce loudly that he was "Prime Universe" Ian.
Everyone's reaction to his Self introduction was mediocre. After all, every variant here wants to be the chairman. Who are you, and why do you say you want to lead us right from the start?
Finally, after a brief noise, a light that was more dazzling than all the previous beams of light lit up on the center seat. A man wearing a black background and a robe embroidered with golden magic patterns appeared on the chairman's seat.
"I am C-137." He announced proudly. Immediately afterwards, a terrifying pressure belonging to Master Ninth Tier erupted like a tsunami, instantly covering the entire venue!
The mutants clearly didn't like this, and responded immediately.
Everyone used their own methods, some using black technology, and some using magic Divine Artifact, to try to dispel this suffocating pressure. The eight people sitting next to C-137 were undoubtedly the most relaxed among them.
"Hmph!"
A cold snort echoed in Citadel, and then, a terrifying pressure that was no less than that of a C-137 suddenly descended!
In an instant, this new force suppressed the pressure of C-137! Everyone looked at the source of the pressure in shock and found that the person who took action was actually G-003!
The most incredible thing is that they did not detect any fluctuations in the magic Divine Artifact on his body, which means that he did this entirely by relying on his own hard power!
Of course, Ian couldn't be stupid enough to tell them that he had a trump card like "Arcane Spark" that could fight across levels. So, under the spotlight, he just kept a calm smile.
At the same time, C-137 was trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart. His carefully planned shocking appearance was completely ruined by one person. He quickly recalled all the information about G-003 in his mind.
[G-003: Imperial Faction core member.]
[In a very short period of time, he relied on his extremely profound knowledge to become the actual leader of the Alchemists' Alliance. At the same time, he also had extremely huge influence among Imperial Faction and Magitech Faction. In addition, he also maintained an extremely good personal relationship with Principal Faction.]
[Car Technology Rating: Highest Tier.]
[Final conclusion: Council is the biggest threat to the chairmanship!]
'The threat he poses may be greater than I expected.' C-137 thought secretly in his heart.