After everyone reluctantly signed the Soul Contract, the originally tense atmosphere in the Council hall finally calmed down a little.
Now that the newly appointed chairman has shown a certain degree of compromise and tried to get the operation of Council on the right track, these proud variants have temporarily put aside their hostility and are more willing to cooperate with the next work.
"Our first priority next is to establish the various management departments of Council," Ian looked around and said seriously, "First of all, we need a strong Enforcement Department door."
Ian didn't believe that these lawless guys would abide by any rules. What's more, he also knew that relying solely on that contract full of loopholes would never be able to completely restrain them. There must be a violent organization to forcibly maintain order Council.
"The person in charge of the Enforcement Department Sect must have absolutely strong strength. Therefore, for the sake of fairness, we still use the simple and crude force duel method before to select the ministers and other core members."
As a result, those mutants who were extremely thirsty for power logged into Virtual Reality System again and started a fierce fight for the position of minister Enforcement Department.
In the end, C-137 won the final victory and sat on the minister's throne as he wished.
This can be regarded as a balance of power that Ian cleverly carried out in secret, allowing him to control the overall situation of Council without forcing all the variants to a dead end.
"Very good, now let's formulate the most basic rules and regulations for Council." Ian clapped his hands and brought everyone's attention back to reality.
Over the next few hours, the mutants debated fiercely, eventually settling on a set of basic rules of conduct that all must abide by.
The rules are simple and rude: no causing trouble for no reason in Citadel, no malicious attacks on others, no random destruction of public property, etc.
The most core part is the extremely strict experimental safety protocol formulated for those variants that plan to set up private laboratories in Citadel.
Ian is a staunch supporter of this set of security protocols and strongly requires everyone to abide by them unconditionally.
He knows this group of lunatics very well. If there are no restrictions, once an accident occurs in one of their crazy experiments, this magnificent starry sky Citadel will definitely be blown into cosmic dust in an instant.
Fortunately, among the mutants present, there are also many guys who are as cautious as him, and even some who are persecuted and paranoid, and they also strongly support this set of strict experimental regulations.
"The next topic is to establish a fair and transparent trading system." Ian continued to promote the meeting agenda, "The main value of Council is the efficient exchange of knowledge, intelligence and resources. However, during the transaction process, we are very likely to have huge differences in the value of certain items. Therefore, we need an absolutely neutral AI to act as a fair arbiter in this situation. We will jointly develop this AI to ensure that it will never favor any party."
In the next ten hours, the variants worked together to write and improve an extremely complex AI program during fierce arguments, compromises and modifications. During this process, Ian even had to intervene forcefully several times to finally ensure the smooth birth of the AI named "Fair Trade Arbitrator".
"What should we name this AI?" Variant 1-312 asked casually.
"Just call Siri. Don't waste time on such boring things."
"I prefer Alexa."
"Don't be stupid, Cortana is the best!"
"Leave the ready-made Jarvis alone, what stupid names are you guys thinking of?"
"No, Red Queen is an eternal classic!"
"I actually think Griot in <Black Panther> is pretty good too."
"Karen in <Spider-Man> sounds pretty good too."
"Oh my God..." Ian held his forehead speechlessly. He made no secret of his contempt for this group of guys who were quarreling over an AI name. Obviously, he was not the only one who felt this way. "Okay, let's vote."
In the end, "Red Queen" narrowly won, while Jarvis and Cortana tied for second.
The next work is tedious, mainly to establish and improve other supporting systems and departments of Citadel, such as IT department, engineering department, communications department, and even an archives department responsible for organizing data.
What is shocking to all variants is that Ian handles these complicated chores perfectly, and can even be said to be watertight.
Most of the variants come here just to show off their power and satisfy their extremely inflated vanity of becoming "Prime Universe Ian".
Therefore, almost no one would have made such a detailed and complete plan for the formation of Council like him.
Watching Ian handle everything efficiently, all variants are deeply aware that G-003 definitely came to this party with a clear purpose and full preparation; he was sure from the beginning that he would be the ultimate winner. What is even more frightening is that he seems to take his identity as "Chairman" seriously and is perfectly prepared for everything to come.
[Is G-003 really the unique 'Prime Universe Ian'?] This question lingers in the minds of many variants. In the end, they either forcefully deny it or refuse to accept this possibility. They all firmly believe that their current weakness and lack of knowledge is only temporary; as long as they are given enough time, they will catch up to or even surpass G-003 sooner or later.
The meeting lasted for three days before all the agenda was finalized. Then, before announcing the adjournment of the meeting, Ian dropped the last bombshell. "Since I have handled Council's affairs so well, it shouldn't be too much to take this opportunity to seek some personal gain for myself, right?"
Everyone turned over in their hearts Byakugan, secretly cursing the new chairman for being shameless.
"I need to collect information about two special races: [Scholar Race] and [Wizard Race]. Whether it is related knowledge, technology, clues to ruins, or even extremely small rumors, as long as it is related to them, you can trade it with me."
"You should be very aware of my strength and knowledge reserves. As long as it is the knowledge you are eager to know, or a certain technology you dream of, there is a 95% probability that I can meet your requirements. So, if you have clues, don't hesitate to come to me at any time."
Everyone looked at the chairman with Blink eyes, secretly speculating on what exactly he was planning. Judging from his unabashed eager tone, the intelligence of these two races was obviously of extremely amazing value. Everyone secretly decided to pay special attention to this information in future Multiverse explorations.
After all, the magical knowledge and black technology in G-003's hands are indeed far beyond their current level. Using this information in exchange for some heaven-defying technology from him is definitely a sure-profit deal.
After the meeting, Ian held a brief closed-door meeting with the newly appointed core members of Council.
In order to limit the power of the chairman, the variants clearly stipulated in the rules: Citadel's top management body is composed of nine members (including the chairman) [Core Council]. In addition to Ian, they also selected the eight Eighth Tier variants who were once appointed by C-137 as core members.
According to regulations, the term of core members is only 50 years, after which they must be re-elected; while the chairman's term is capped at 100 years.
However, the vast majority of people rejected the proposal to limit the number of re-elections, which means that in their nearly Infinity lifespan, everyone will have countless opportunities to run for this position.
The underlying idea of this group of mutants is very simple: Whoever has the biggest fists and the most knowledgeable should be the boss. And a true "Prime Universe Ian (Prime)" should be an invincible existence that can always suppress everyone with its absolute strength and always occupy the position of chairman.
Ian sneered at the twisted competitiveness of these guys. Anyway, he only planned to stay in this position until he was promoted to Eleventh Tier. Once he broke through that level, this broken Council would have no value to him.
After finishing the work at hand, Ian rested and waited patiently to see if any lucky guy could bring him information about those two races.
In fact, he didn't have much hope until Morgana suddenly contacted him and said that someone wanted to trade with him.
Soon, a holographic projection appeared in front of Ian.
"Your Excellency, Chairman." The person who came was a variant who looked exactly like Ian, but looked extremely old. He was wearing a purple robe similar to Dumbledore. His original black hair had turned gray at the temples, and his eyes showed deep exhaustion.
"Hello, who are you?"
"I am variant G-334."
"G series? It seems we are quite destined."
"Maybe." G-334 smiled bitterly, "Sir, are you proficient in the magic of lifting curses?"
"It depends on what level of curse it is, but I do have some experience in this aspect."
"I need you to help me remove an extremely vicious curse from a soul. In exchange, I will give you this." G-334 said, taking out a black Cosmic Cube body with strange red lines on its surface. "I found this in an ancient ruins; it is a relic of [Wizard Race]. Since even I can't force it to open it, its level is definitely not low."
"Deal." Ian agreed without hesitation, "Where do you want to trade?"
"Let's go to the [Trading Department]." G-334 is cautious by nature. In order to prevent Ian from being hacked in private transactions, he chose to conduct this extremely sensitive transaction through official channels. If Ian dares to interfere with the trading department, his credibility as the chairman will be completely ruined, and this will definitely outweigh the gains.
Ian quickly arrived at the designated location.
"Let me see that thing."
G-334 showed the black Cosmic Cube body to Ian. After Ian looked at it carefully, he nodded with satisfaction. Then, G-334 handed him a light ball containing a black soul.
"It is indeed a severely cursed soul." Ian swept the light ball with his spirit Divine Power and immediately came to the conclusion. With G-334 Sixth Tier's meager strength, it is simply a fantasy to remove this level of curse.
Even if he reaches Eighth Tier, this is still an extremely difficult challenge. Ian finally understands why he is eager to trade with him - because the soul in the light ball is extremely weak, and if it is not dealt with as soon as possible, the curse will soon swallow it completely.
"Can you... can solve it?" G-334 tried his best to hide the trembling in his voice, but failed.
"It's a piece of cake, just give me a few hours."