Chapter 4151: Yes, Sorcerer Supreme (II)

Strange was speechless.

It was also the first time he knew that there was actually an insurance on the engine called Greed that hadn't broken yet. Thank goodness. If OAA knew, he would have to get up in the middle of the night to offer incense to God.

"This is a relatively abstract explanation. If I have to find a reasonable enough reason, it's probably: in my state, it's hard to consider myself perfect. I know better than anyone how big the defects in my mental state are. This leads to the fact that it's hard for me to comfortably place myself in a leader position higher than others. Every excellent political leader must have sufficient narcissistic traits; they must feel that they are wise and brave, feel that they are rational and clear-headed enough, and firmly believe that their decisions are correct, so that they can make decisions at the fastest speed, rather than hesitating or yielding unnecessarily. People who are always self-doubting cannot become leaders."

"That makes some sense. You are a psychologist and know the mental state of everyone, including yourself. So from your perspective, there is no perfect person in this world, including yourself. Although many people say they are not perfect or feel so psychologically, when it comes to making decisions, they still feel their decisions are the most correct. But if you don't feel your decisions are correct enough, why do you let others have no choice?"

"It's not me who leaves you with no choice, but your own greed. If someone can really overcome their greed, they naturally have a choice. Everyone has their price; I just make the offer. Whether the transaction succeeds depends on you."

A long string of memories flashed through Strange's mind, but he had to admit that many times they seemed to have no choice, but actually there was one implicit option, which was to give up.

Give up the benefits within reach, give up the beautiful future of humanity that might be close at hand, give up the ideal life, give up the direction of things that might become better. As long as you retreat in the face of difficulties, you naturally won't let greed get its way.

But looking at these memories, no one has ever done it. While complaining, they still accepted the offer, sold everything they had, and it was their own greed that pressed the devilish button.

Strange increasingly understood that greed and pride are the unavoidable original sins of humanity. When he was meditating alone or reading ancient books, he understood better than anyone that greed would ruin everything, but when it came to making real decisions, he really couldn't refuse his own greed.

Just like this multiverse war, he knew how dangerous it was, knew what kind of mess it might cause, knew that if things went wrong, the whole universe would be destroyed, and in fact, it did reach the edge of destruction. But didn't he still agree to the decision to use his home as a battlefield without hesitation?

Didn't he still happily lick the loot and pick up equipment after the war, and even wish he could fight another one?

Didn't he still sit in front of this devil named Greed, still listen to him talk, trying to understand his meaning, giving him space to seduce himself?

Although he said he didn't understand politics and didn't like doing this work, didn't he not turn around and leave, return to Kamar-Taj to retreat, and completely not participate in this pile of mess?

It can only be said that if anyone could withstand the temptation of greed, then Adam and Eve would still be living happily in the Garden of Eden, and there would be no descendants of humanity.

Strange sighed deeply and accepted this reality. So he said: "Then who do you think is suitable to be this leader?"

"For now, I have decided to abstain," Shiler said, "because as you said, these candidates each have their own advantages and disadvantages. Either their ability is not strong enough, or their stance is not firm enough, or their stance is too firm. Watch, there will be a big fight to argue about later."

Strange's eyes lit up, and he said: "So it's possible to abstain, then I'll abstain too!"

"I can abstain, but you certainly can't. I only represent myself, but you represent all mages. This is a powerful force that cannot be ignored..."

"Aren't you a powerful force that cannot be ignored?"

Shiler shook his head and said: "In politics, it's always the butt that decides the head. What determines who you support is what kind of benefits you want. Do you think there is any difference in the benefits that these people can bring to me after they take office?"

"I think no one who takes office can force everyone to fill out those psychological assessment reports," Strange said, "So it seems that whoever takes office is the same to you."

"But it's not the same for you. Who can take office and help mages win the greatest benefits? You should think about this carefully. Oh, the meeting is about to start, let's go."

Strange didn't have time to think carefully, Shiler had already walked out the door. He looked down at his watch and found that it was indeed time, so he could only follow him out.

Arriving at the conference room, it was also full of guests, but the atmosphere was not very harmonious. The meeting hadn't started yet, and they were already arguing.

Fortunately, it wasn't a combat meeting. To show their good image and composure, everyone at most sat in their seats and mocked each other. Otherwise, the entire S. H. I. E. L. D. could have been overturned by them.

When Shiler and Strange walked over, someone reached out to them, and Shiler handed over his opinion paper. Strange rubbed his hands a bit awkwardly and said: "Uh, I didn't write it. I haven't been back long, and I haven't had time to write it yet."

"It doesn't matter," Coulson said, "There is still a while before the meeting starts, you can go back to your seat and write it first, writing casually is fine."

Strange wanted to see how others wrote, but thinking that this might be a vote, he didn't want to see who others voted for, so he took paper and pen, returned to his seat, and began to scratch his head.

Strange had never been good at writing work. Before, he was a surgeon, and later he was the Sorcerer Supreme. Neither of these two professions required any writing ability. He thought for a long time and didn't know how to start writing.

At this time, Shiler's words echoed in his ears: Who can bring the greatest benefits to the mage group?

Nick? Don't even think about it. This guy is very selfish. If he becomes the leader, he will only fish for money into his own pocket, and probably only give others a few crumbs, absolutely not.

Magneto? This guy is on the mutant side. If he takes office, he will definitely prioritize the interests of mutants, and others will all have to stand aside. This won't do.

Doctor Doom? Listen to this name, this is a dangerous person, and I heard that he practices autocratic rule in his own country. What if his methods are too tough after taking office? Mages have their own rhythm and don't accept a tyrant pointing fingers at them.

Stark? This guy is even worse. He can't even run a company well. What if one day he closes the mage department like he closed the arms department? This kind of person who thinks of one thing and then another must absolutely not be a leader.

Thinking about it, he didn't think of a suitable candidate. But soon, Strange slapped his forehead: Who else can bring the greatest benefits to the mage group? Of course, it's himself!

He is the Sorcerer Supreme, and he is also a member of the mages, and he was an ordinary human before, so he can think about problems from the perspective of ordinary people, and he hasn't offended mutants, nor does he engage in any national or racial discrimination. Everyone here is a friend. Letting himself take office is good for everyone, at least there is no harm.

Strange's eyeballs turned. The prestige of the Sorcerer Supreme resounds through the universe. Becoming the political leader of humanity is not shameful. On the contrary, those aliens who look down on humans will give humans three points of face when they hear his name. It can be said that there is absolutely no problem with him being this leader.

Although voting for himself is indeed a bit immodest, at this time, what modesty is there to talk about? The few people mentioned before, just thinking about it, you know how many supporters they have, and although he hasn't offended anyone, he isn't on good terms with others either. I'm afraid no one will vote for him.

Thinking of this, Strange felt some pressure. He felt that he must list enough convincing reasons to win in a situation where the number of supporters is not as many as others.

So-called pressure brings motivation. Although he is not good at writing work, he has some skills in persuading others. Time was tight, and he didn't have time to chew on words, so he wrote down a few reasons he felt were most convincing.

A piece of paper was filled by him, then he simply folded it and handed it to Coulson. And at this time, Coulson had already taken a large stack of opinion papers and went to the backstage to prepare.

Strange was the last one to submit the opinion paper, which led to his opinion paper being placed on the very top. And when Nick came out with that large stack of opinion papers to preside over the meeting, Strange's opinion paper was also the first one he took out.

"Alright, let's see the first person's opinion. The owner of this opinion paper is Shi Difen Strange, and the opinion he put forward is... uh, several suggestions regarding the candidates for human political leaders in the Interstellar Council?"

Nick widened his eyes and looked down, skipping all the reasons in the middle, and only saw the name at the end. He suddenly stood up, waved his hand and said: "Friends, Mr. Shi Difen Strange recommended himself in this proposal, listed many very reliable reasons, and recommended himself as the political leader of humanity. It is simply righteous. Since things have come to this, there is no other choice. Let us applaud for such a spirit of dedication!!!"

Everyone stood up, applauding wildly, and then looked at Strange with admiring eyes.

Strange was still a bit confused. This is different from the scene he imagined. Isn't it said that the competition is very fierce? Isn't it said that everyone has many supporters?

He thought he would experience a battle of wits, and then he would be eloquent, refute everyone, and after a bitter battle, successfully take the throne of the leader. How did he take it directly?

He first looked at Nick, Nick was obviously very satisfied; looking to the left, Magneto was applauding, although still expressionless, this was obviously not a state of anger; looking to the right, Doctor Doom was also applauding, without any intention of raising objections; looking back, even Tony Stark was applauding him. Did the sun come out from the west?!

Even if he was no longer sensitive, Strange realized that there must be something tricky about this. Sure enough, as soon as he turned his head, he saw Shiler and Nick flirting, and the expression on his face seemed to be saying: "Look what I told you?" ===== CHAPTER 4152 =====