Ian tapped the table with his fingers, canceling the Anti-Magic barrier that shrouded the venue.
The mutants breathed a sigh of relief, but the eyes they looked at Ian were still full of unabashed murderous intent.
Ian turned a blind eye to these hostile looks and continued:
"What do you think is Bones Council's most valuable asset?" Ian did not give anyone time to answer, but said to himself, "Is it shared knowledge and intelligence? Or those mountains of resources? Neither. Our most valuable asset is the unique thoughts and wisdom of each of us."
Although his voice was not loud, it was clearly heard by everyone in the venue.
"As long as we can work together, nothing in this universe can stop us."
He paused, leaving everyone a few seconds to savor these words.
"Unfortunately, our deep-seated egos, pride, arrogance and deep-seated distrust of each other have destined us to never cooperate without reservation. It is precisely because I am clearly aware of this unsolvable problem that I have brought you a perfect solution."
Ian waved his hand, and six technological helmets appeared out of thin air. One of the helmets had a white stripe on the top, while the other five were blue.
"You," Ian pointed at a mutant in the audience. A halo of light instantly enveloped that person, focusing all the attention of the audience on him.
"I... what's wrong?"
"Do you have an extremely important top-secret project that you are working on? Moreover, even with your genius brain, this project is extremely difficult and will take a lot of time to complete?" Ian asked.
"Yes." U-765 answered truthfully.
Ian threw the helmet with white stripes to him. "I still need five volunteers."
The venue fell into a deadly silence, and no one was willing to take the initiative to stand up.
"Please, everyone, can you cooperate a little bit? If you don't even have this trust, then what's the point of existence of this Council? I have already signed the Soul Contract that cannot harm you."
The mutants turned over Byakugan in unison. How could they easily trust a person who made the rules? They firmly believed that Ian must have left a backdoor in the contract.
"I believe you." A-001 broke the silence. He raised his hand, and a blue helmet slowly floated in front of him. Without any hesitation, he put the helmet directly on his head. After a while, several more daring variants who could not restrain their curiosity decided to go into battle in person to explore the reality.
Ian laughed secretly in his heart. He chose to use the helmet as a carrier because he knew his variant too well. They have a strong repulsion and taboo against any device that attempts to connect the brain and the soul. Once they personally verify that the device is safe and harmless (although it does involve the soul level), he will be able to win more trust, making his subsequent career as chairman smoother.
'Fortunately, we haven't reached the point where we have to forcibly control the puppet C-137 to take the lead.' Ian thought to himself.
With all six volunteers in place, the experiment officially began. U-765 and the other five people closed their eyes at the same time. The entire venue was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
This group of monsters didn't even need to breathe, so there wasn't even a faint sound of breathing at the scene. Everyone was holding their breath and watching these six people.
Ten minutes later, U-765 was the first to open his eyes. His face was filled with ecstasy, aftertaste, and a strong unfinished feeling; it was obvious that he longed to experience what he had just experienced for a while longer.
"How about you share your experience with everyone?" Ian suggested with a smile.
"I felt like I was in a pure white virtual space with five other people," U-765 said excitedly. "I showed them my top-secret project. In the next ten minutes, we intensely discussed, planned, and deduced every detail of the project. Each 'I' put forward unique insights and subversive ideas, which pushed the project's research and development progress to a terrifying speed!" U-765's eyes were full of fanaticism.
"Then how much time do you think these ten minutes have saved you?" Ian continued to ask.
"A conservative estimate, at least a hundred years!"
"Exchanging ten minutes for one hundred years of research and development progress is a very good deal, isn't it?" Ian smiled and turned to the other five people, "So, how do you five feel?"
"I just remember being alone in a white room, seemingly entering a state of deep meditation." B-890 replied with some confusion.
"Me too."
"Exactly the same experience." A-001 also nodded.
"In other words, the five of you unknowingly helped U-765 overcome the problem and perfectly kept his secret?" As soon as Ian said this, the pupils of all the variants shrank violently in an instant. Then, countless blazing eyes stared at Ian.
"As you have guessed, this device can copy and project your real memories and experiences. People who wear the main helmet (white stripes) can ask other variants wearing the secondary helmet for Magical Theory and technological problems without any worries about their top-secret research being stolen. Because those users of the secondary helmet who are responsible for helping will not retain any memory about the project after the end. They are just tools that provide computing power and inspiration."
"In the future, if you encounter a bottleneck and don't want anyone to know what you are researching, you only need to negotiate remuneration with others and let them wear secondary helmets. You can use this machine to accelerate your research and development process crazily."
Of course there is no problem with regular transactions between variants. As long as the price is right, knowledge, intelligence and technology can be exchanged with each other. However, there are always some core and sensitive top-secret projects that they will not let other variants know about even if they kill them.
However, with this heaven-defying technology, they can unscrupulously exploit other variants' knowledge reserves, unique experiences, and inspirations for thinking outside the box. As the chairman said, they are each other's biggest treasure trove. It is only because of their extremely fucked-up personalities that they cannot achieve true cooperation.
"Lord... Mr. Chairman, your idea is indeed very genius. But, how can we guarantee that you will not use this device to secretly steal our secrets? After all, this black technology is completely in your hands."
This variant wisely did not ask to inspect the equipment, because he was self-aware and knew that the technological content of this thing was definitely beyond his understanding. Although it hurts his pride to admit this, it was an indisputable fact that G-003 had left them extremely far behind in the technical field. Everyone was eager to know how he did it, but now was obviously not the time to delve into this issue.
"I knew someone would ask this question," Ian responded calmly, "In order to dispel your concerns, you can jointly draw up an extremely harsh and vicious contract or curse to restrict me, as long as it prevents me from prying into your secrets. I will sign it in front of everyone."
"Are you serious?!"
"Of course." Ian smiled and nodded, but he was sneering crazily in his heart. He didn't care at all what tricks these guys could come up with, because any contract was useless to him. If it was a restriction on the soul, he only needed to isolate it outside his own Soul Flame (Soul Flame).
If it is a curse against blood, he can modify his Life Code(Life Code) to make it invalid. If it is for the restraint of magic power, the worst he can do is abandon this physical body, change his body at will, and still quickly return to Eighth Tier. If Planar Will is roped in as a guarantee, then I'm sorry, his relationship with Klonai is very strong, and it is easy to find a loophole.
The only thing that may cause a little trouble is that they invite a higher-dimensional being to serve as a witness to the contract. But even so, it is not a big crisis.
Because he knows his own transformation too well, they are suspicious by nature and will never easily trust any high-dimensional being, especially those beings that are beyond their understanding and whose power is extremely terrifying. Besides, as long as the high-dimensional being does not reach Eleventh Tier (Tier 11) or above, it will not pose an absolute threat to Ian. At worst, he will find an opportunity to kill the other party in the future.
Even if the other party is really Eleventh Tier's supreme existence, the worst that Ian can do is just slap his butt and leave, escaping to other Omniverses that the other party's hands can't reach.
In the next few hours, all the variants were feverishly discussing how to formulate a contract that perfectly restricted the chairman. During this period, Ian only intervened once. At that time, a guy desperately asked him to disclose the underlying technology of the helmet. Ian mocked him mercilessly, saying that he couldn't understand it even if he looked at it. What's the use of making it public? What's more, it is his private property.
Finally, a perverted contract was released. Not only did it impose heavy restrictions on Ian's soul and bloodline, it even placed an extremely terrifying and vicious curse on his body.
"You guys are really ruthless." Ian smiled bitterly and shook his head. He took the contract and read it over and over several times, deliberately making an expression of extreme struggle on his face, and finally signed his name with gritted teeth.
Seeing this scene, everyone present breathed a long sigh of relief; in their opinion, this was the best result. It not only solved the crisis of trust, but also made the arrogant chairman suffer a hidden loss.
'Your acting skills are so exaggerated.' Morgana complained.
'How to say?'
'It's like a scheming adult deliberately teasing a bunch of brats.'
'Whatever you say, at least we have now taken a big step towards Eleventh Tier (Tier 11).' Ian showed a successful smile in his heart.
The core technology of this helmet is exactly what he has painstakingly studied [Self·Primordial Rune (Self Primordial Runes)].
Whenever his variants use this helmet, Ian can silently record their [Self(Self)] data, thus gradually building up a huge database containing all variant information! When he starts to attack the Eleventh Tier position, he can use himself as [Main Self(Main) Self)], perfectly assimilating everyone else's [Self].
The first step in this grand plan is to collect as much data as possible on other [Self] or [variants].