"Three days later, we will hold a plenary meeting again to discuss Council's first important resolution." Ian announced.
He made this decision based on multiple considerations. First, he needed to give these arrogant mutants some time to digest and accept the fact that he became the supreme leader.
Secondly, he wanted to take this opportunity to observe if anyone was making small moves in secret. If so, he would not hesitate to kill them with Law of Thunder means to establish his authority and demonstrate his absolute hegemony.
Finally, before the formal meeting, Ian still has some secret private matters to deal with.
Everyone dispersed, returned to their residences, and began to mentally make plans for the future.
Inside C-137's private suite:
"Master, what should we do next?" one of C-137's two henchmen asked. This is a female elf with weird tattoos extending from her cheeks to all parts of her body. The strange thing is that these tattoos not only did not destroy her beauty, but gave her an extremely wild and dangerous charm.
"The current situation is very unfavorable to us." Another man wearing all black heavy armor said solemnly. He is a human being, but his height reaches an exaggerated 3.5 meters.
"This is not over yet," C-137 growled through gritted teeth, with extremely strong Wrath, humiliation and unwillingness intertwined in his eyes.
"Do you have any good ideas?" the elf maid asked.
"I know these variants of mine very well. Although G-003 showed overwhelming strength in the test, the vast majority of them will never be convinced in their bones."
Although C-137 had to admit that if he had to choose the most qualified person to be the chairman among all people, it would undoubtedly be G-003. Not only did that man have extremely terrifying personal charm and a knowledge reserve that far exceeded everyone else, he even mastered that weird super-level combat ability.
"Do you want to secretly contact other people and instigate Riot?" the man in black armor asked.
"Directly launching Riot will only ruin my reputation and cause embarrassment. Therefore, the wisest strategy is to find ways to divide and weaken the chairman's power." C-137 sneered, "Those guys who are full of complaints because of Envy and unwillingness will definitely be very happy to support me."
"This idea may be feasible," the elf maid said after thinking for a moment, "But that G-003 definitely doesn't look like someone to be trifled with."
"Of course I know that, so I need to win over as many supporters as possible." A cunning light flashed in C-137's eyes.
"It's a pity that you don't have that chance."
"Who's there?!" C-137 suddenly jumped up from his seat and shouted, "G-003?!"
"It's me."
"What are you doing here?"
"What do you think?"
"You want to kill me and silence me." C-137 said firmly.
"You're not that stupid," Ian chuckled, "Think more deeply."
"You regard me as an extremely unstable hidden danger on the road to your rule, so you want to get rid of me. Moreover, you must be extremely interested in my knowledge base."
"That's a good answer. However, I can't give you full marks because you haven't grasped the core question yet. Forget it, I can't blame you. After all, you don't have as much information as I do."
"Do you think dealing with me will be as simple as us having a fight in virtual reality?"
"C-137," Ian looked at him calmly, "You can't imagine how huge the gap is between our knowledge reserves. To me, the knowledge and technology you are proud of are really too backward. It is undeniable that some of your ideas are indeed amazing and extremely clever, but this does not change the fact that your overall level is backward and outdated."
C-137's face became very ugly, but Ian ignored him.
"Bones Council The most precious wealth is the collection of all variants of wisdom. If everyone can think in one place and work hard in one place, I believe that no difficulty in this universe can stop us."
"Unfortunately, we are all extremely arrogant and conceited at our core. It is almost impossible to get everyone to dedicate themselves selflessly to the same goal."
Ian sighed and shook his head. If all his variants could coexist peacefully, they would definitely be able to create unimaginable miracles. But unfortunately, this is just a luxury wish. However, he can still squeeze out the value of Council before it finally falls apart.
"Of all the people, you are the most arrogant." C-137 sneered and sneered.
"Indeed, but I have the capital to be arrogant." Ian replied nonchalantly.
A few minutes later, C-137's two henchmen had passed out and fell to the ground. Ian, on the other hand, held C-137's soul in his hands and read through his memories extremely carefully.
"As expected of 'me', this Soul Dimension's defense mechanism is simply a nightmare." Ian sighed while patiently carrying out the extremely tedious cracking work.
A few hours later, he finally succeeded in breaking through the defense line and obtained all the memories and knowledge of C-137.
"Fortunately, he doesn't know the secret about Eleventh Tier." Ian breathed a sigh of relief.
For Council, the most fatal crisis is to let everyone know: if you want to be promoted to the Eleventh Tier position, all the variants must be merged into one, so that one of them becomes the only "Self", while all other variants will be reduced to copies or accessories.
Once this news is leaked, all the variants will immediately kill each other, and Council will fall apart in an instant.
According to Ian's calculations, C-137 is the most likely person to have access to this secret. He even suspected that C-137's original intention of establishing Council was to pave the way to the Eleventh Tier position for himself.
Fortunately, the situation was not as bad as he imagined.
"What are you going to do with him?" Morgana asked.
"He cannot die yet; otherwise, it will definitely arouse some people's suspicions."
Ian left a secret mark deep in C-137's soul, and then stuffed it back into C-137's body. Then, he modified the memories of C-137 and the two henchmen. After doing all this, he disappeared into thin air, as if he had never appeared.
Three days later, the plenary meeting was held again in the previous hall. The only change was that Ian (G-003) sat in the central chair that originally belonged to C-137.
However, as soon as he appeared, the crowd burst into hostile commotions and murmurs.
"What on earth does this mean?" Variant U-456 asked loudly, "Why can't we leave this Citadel? Is it your fault?" His voice echoed throughout the hall.
"Yes, I did it." Ian replied extremely calmly. He had already laid an absolute barrier around Citadel, cutting off all access channels.
"Give us a reasonable explanation."
"The vast universe is full of crises," Ian said unhurriedly. "There are countless pairs of eyes secretly coveting the knowledge that can travel Multiverse, especially in other high-dimensional planes."
He is very clear that many of the variants here will definitely focus their research on developing inter-dimensional travel technology. With their profound background as "Multiverse Travellers", it is only a matter of time before they conquer this technology.
"So what?" asked another.
"So, in order to protect the safety of Council, we must take some necessary precautions." Ian said, waved his hand, and manifested a sheepskin scroll in mid-air that exuded a mysterious light.
"This is a Soul Contract of the highest level, personally guaranteed by our Planar Will. Everyone here must sign it, and it will provide you with absolute protection."
"Protect us from what threats?"
"To protect you from being forcibly searched for souls and exposing the existence of Council when caught by those terrifying entities." Ian explained, "In addition, the contract also contains some strict clauses that prohibit Council members from killing each other or maliciously invading other members' timelines."
The crowd gradually quieted down, leaving only a few subtle whispers.
"How do we know if you have tampered with this contract?"
"You can check it yourself. However, if you complain to me because you don't understand the underlying logic, I am not responsible for answering it." Ian waved his hand extremely casually.
"This arrogant bastard." Several people cursed in a low voice below.
"What if we refuse to sign?" someone asked loudly.
"You must sign."
"What if I don't sign?"
"Then, there are only two results waiting for you: either you will be completely wiped out by me, or you will forcibly tamper with your memory." Ian stated this cruel fact extremely calmly, "In short, I will never allow anyone or risk who may expose my mastery of the 'Omniverse Traversal' technology to leave this Citadel alive."
The expressions of the mutants changed. They truly felt that G-003's arrogance and domineering had reached a new and outrageous height.
"Don't believe me?" Ian raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, "Then I will demonstrate it to you myself."
He lightly knocked on the table in front of him, and the brightness of the entire hall changed drastically in an instant. Although these variants were always vigilant, they were still caught off guard for what happened next.
"My magic... is sealed?!" someone yelled in horror.
"Me too!"
"Anti-Magic Field? He actually developed this level of Anti-Magic technology?"
"L-123, don't waste your efforts. I have taken special care of you and other people who follow the path of gods." Ian smiled and looked at L-123 who was struggling desperately.
"G-003, is it really necessary to do things to this extent?" A-001 sighed deeply.
"It seems that you still don't realize how incredibly valuable the technology we hold is, nor what crazy moves those Tenth Tier gods will do to get it. In order to protect myself and my family, I must do whatever it takes - no matter what the cost."
A-001 sighed again and said nothing more; he could understand G-003's concerns.
'Perhaps, if I had been as extremely cautious as him, I wouldn't have ended up in such a miserable end.'
"Either sign or be obliterated." Ian's voice was so cold that there was no trace of warmth. The sheepskin scroll suspended in front of him instantly split into thousands of parts and accurately floated in front of each variant. In the end, under the crushing force of absolute strength, they could only give in and start reading the contents of the contract.
The core purpose of the contract is indeed to protect the existence and secrets of Council. Additionally, it also contains a non-aggression pact that prohibits mutants from killing each other or invading other members' timelines.
However, some extremely keen variants still discovered the loopholes left by Ian in the contract. They can still invade the timelines of those variants that have not yet joined Council.
In the end, everyone signed the contract. As for those who still refused to sign, Ian just raised his hand slightly, and a ball of dark flames completely swallowed them up, completely erasing them from the concept of existence.
He even used the power of Law of Causality in Law of Curse to ensure that any Resurrection back-up prepared by these people would be completely ineffective.
"From now on, all new members who join Council must sign this contract. This is an iron law and there is no room for negotiation." Ian announced in an extremely tough manner, "Now, let us start discussing the second resolution of Council."