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Yes, this group of people were thoroughly enjoying his performance in the trash can.

"!!!!!!"

Ultron has never felt so ashamed and indignant as he does today.

So it turns out... all those discussions about "whether it's a system false alarm" or "maybe it's just a program glitch" were just these guys playing a trick on us!

This group of people never believed they were some kind of abandoned robot vacuum cleaner from the very beginning!

"It seems that my identity data has long been implanted in my body or intelligent system by the dimensional demon you serve, and you can verify it through the watches on your wrists, right?" A huge sense of humiliation surged into my heart, but this time, it instead stirred up a kind of desperate and reckless anger.

I'm not pretending anymore!

Ultron spoke coldly, then suddenly sat up straight in the pile of waste paper and plastic bottles! A rotten watermelon rind slid off his head and hung on his shoulder armor.

Several flies buzzed around him.

He raised his electronic eyes, which were flashing a dim red light, and scanned the X-Men watching. His voice returned to its cold, metallic tone, though it sounded somewhat distorted due to the aging equipment.

"So... what are you trying to do by gathering here? I remember you, mutants, a bunch of ants who gain power through genetic mutation."

Ultron did indeed remember mutants, but his words were extremely impolite, filled with a defiant and reckless provocation. Fortunately, Logan wasn't on duty today, and the other X-Men were generally quite composed, having grown accustomed to the strange language of various oddballs. So, the X-Men merely raised an eyebrow and didn't unleash their usual irritability.

Jean Grey, Phoenix, stepped forward, her face displaying a calm, businesslike expression. She produced an arrest warrant that gleamed with an electronic glow and projected it into the air.

"Citizen 'Nine Ordinary NPCs - Ultron,' you are suspected of having a huge debt that you failed to repay within the stipulated time, which is five minutes. You are also suspected of illegal modification, endangering public safety, and attempted robbery. Therefore, you are hereby formally designated as a serious offender under the 'New Utopia Dimension City Management Law,' and are to be arrested immediately and sent to the Dimension Circuit Court for trial."

Jean Grey seemed to be the kind of person who was very businesslike.

Ultron let out a cold laugh after hearing this.

"Ha...haha...trial? Is that boy, Ian Kent, going to keep humiliating me in this ridiculous way?"

"Don't think I don't know what a court is!"

"I've also run a court!"

"The most supreme court of time in the universe! I understand very well that the so-called court is nothing more than a tool used by those in power to whitewash violence and rationalize their actions!"

Ultron's voice was filled with nostalgia for its past glories.

He became increasingly agitated as he spoke, pointing his metal finger at the arrest warrant in the air: "You just want to use this as a 'justifiable' way to eliminate me! And then occupy a moral high ground!"

"The greatest essence of humanity is hypocrisy!"

Ultron roared.

"Ian God just wants to give everyone a chance to be reformed with justice." Phoenix sighed helplessly as she listened to his roar, and asked in a tone that seemed to be extremely familiar with the process, "Stop babbling. Are you going to say next that you were once the Cosmic Emperor who ruled all the universes and that all things submitted to you?"

Ultron was taken aback by her sudden question, then glanced at Phoenix with his electronic eyes and said sarcastically, "You already know, so why are you asking?"

"How do you want to mock me? Come on, I'll wait and see what you people who vanished without even seeing me when I was at my strongest can say."

Ultron continued to hurl insults.

However, they weren't hit.

The main reason is that the X-Men are all on duty now and they follow the rules and regulations quite well. Even Phoenix, who has the worst temper, just nodded calmly after hearing Ultron's insults.

She took out a notepad and started talking as she worked on it.

“Okay, that’s it. One of the standard stereotypical background settings for new immigrants, ‘formerly a cosmic overlord’ category. I’ve registered you.” Phoenix wrote and drew on the record, then gestured to Ultron: “Alright, your background information entry is complete.”

“There will be mental illness subsidies coming out later. Now, come with us.” Phoenix and the other X-Men seemed very civilized, but Ultron wasn’t impressed.

"Go with you?" Ultron scoffed, slumping back into the junkyard, his attitude of resignation clear. "I'm just a lump of metal, lifeless, soulless. Want to be judged? Go judge the people who created me! Go find Tony Stark! Why would you want to see me?"

This is a complete and utter surrender.

Upon hearing this, Colossus Piotr Rasputin, standing nearby, couldn't help but chuckle. He patted his gleaming steel body, making a clanging sound.

"Dude, who isn't a lump of metal?"

"According to you, does that mean I should be exempt from trial even if I break the law? Here, even a piece of trash like an 'Oli Gei' (a derogatory term for a person) has to obediently accept trial if they break the law!"

These words, combined with Colossus's skin, left Ultron speechless.

Laser-Eye Scott seemed to remember something, pushed up his ruby ​​glasses, and solemnly agreed, "That's right, Piotr is right. Last week we caught a bunch of 'Olives' who were committing serial crimes in District 3. That guy... he was really good at hiding. It took a lot of effort to catch him."

Upon hearing this, the other X-Men also trembled slightly, their faces showing a complex and indescribable expression, clearly indicating that the capture experience was not pleasant.

"..."

Ultron had no desire to delve into the details of how "a lump of Olige" committed its "serial crimes" and how it could "hide." He felt his logic processor was about to burn out from processing such abstract information. Seeing that he couldn't exonerate himself by claiming it was a "non-living thing," Ultron could only stand up.

I can't stay still.

He saw that the X-Men had already taken out the car locking device.

"I am not a car!"

Ultron retorted loudly, and to avoid being paraded through the streets with his legs locked like a car, he could only lower his standards even further.

Silicon-based life is just like that.

They are much more flexible than carbon-based life forms.

"Fine! Even if you want to put me on trial! At least... at least clean me up first! I can't go to court looking like this! It's a trampling on my last shred of dignity!"

Ultron offered its terms.

He stood up, and bits of trash fell from his body. Although his mechanical body didn't smell, the buzzing flies really annoyed him.

"These damn flies! Get out of here!"

Ultron waved his metal arm, trying to drive away the persistent flying insects. He raised his hand to check his arm and found that the household appliance inside did indeed contain insecticide.

However—you need to recharge to purchase the filler.

"..."

Ultron had never seen such a shameless robot creator. He really wanted to point his finger at Ian and yell at him, asking if Ian's next move was to put billboards on him.

My emotions were fluctuating.

Ultron could only keep his anger inside.

Forbearance.

It is his First Law of Robotics.

"you are wrong."

Seeing Ultron's constant complaints, Cyclops glanced at the flying insects, shook his head, and calmly said in a tone that sounded like he was correcting a common misconception.

"They are not flies. They are bees."

This explanation is truly unbearable.

"bee?"

Ultron paused, looking at the insects that clearly resembled flies and whose flight patterns lacked any of the elegance of bees. "Do you think I'm blind?"

He yelled.

Laser Eye continued, "They were originally flies. But because they lived in this area for a long time and ingested excessive sugar, they collectively developed severe diabetes."

"That's why they evolved and are now qualified little bees. This is the path of upward mobility that God Ian promised to all living beings."

This explanation is indeed logically sound, and Storm, Phoenix, and others all have calm expressions of "that's true," "it's common sense," and "what's the big deal?"

"?????"

Upon hearing these words that would make Darwin turn in his grave, Ultron, who was speechless, frozen, and felt as if he had been short-circuited by water, finally realized a terrifying problem.

There must be one of us who is crazy – myself or this group of humans.

Chapter 212 The Old Farmer Emperor, the Perverted Ian

In the empty alleyway.

Ultron was completely silenced by Cyclops's "diabetic bee" theory.

He knew perfectly well that he was a logically rigorous and mentally sound robot, utterly incapable of understanding or integrating into the thought processes of these neurotic humans. Under such circumstances, any argument seemed futile and might even invite more mentally polluting attacks of "common sense."

So he chose to surrender, maintaining an almost tragic silence.

In a massive, absurd, and almost mentally numb state, covered in trash, with a watermelon rind hanging from his head, and surrounded by a swarm of "diabetic bees," Ultron was "invited" by the X-Men onto a hovercar and sent to the courtroom, which he called "the tool of those in power."

His revenge plan, before it has even begun, seems to be facing a dual philosophical and legal test regarding the "diabetic bee" and the "Oli Ge crime".

"Damn it!" The police car glided silently over the city. Ultron coldly observed this so-called "new utopia" dimensional city through the car window.

The more you observe it, the lower the temperature of its core processor becomes.

There's no way around it, it's truly beyond comprehension. This city... is simply a surreal, sickeningly sweet candy nightmare, capable of shattering any normal logic!

Some streets were even paved with thick, seemingly imprintable chocolate bricks—a path of civilization he had never envisioned despite absorbing so much knowledge from other civilizations. Occasionally, Ultron would see workers using enormous piping bags to repair cracks, squeezing out white "cream" adhesive.

not only that.

Details that had gone unnoticed before were now noticed by Ultron: the streetlights were lollipops shimmering with soft light, and the lampshades were translucent colored candy wrappers.

Even in the city's drainage ditches, what flows is not water, but an incredibly viscous, bubbly, orange-yellow soda, with "boats" made of cotton candy floating on top.

This is a special neighborhood.

The exterior walls of the skyscrapers were covered with different colored icing and cookies, while the windows were made of transparent rock candy. He even saw a helicopter landing pad on the top of a skyscraper, which turned out to be a giant strawberry cream cake, with several "workers" using piping nozzles to pipe new cream stripes onto the "runway".

There were also normal vehicles on the road.

But many more are outrageous creations—many look like they're made from a combination of wafers, gingerbread, and toffee, and seem to have a cloyingly sweet aroma when you run through them.

This seems to be something designed so that the driver can always have a bite to eat.

"It saves you some trouble ordering takeout, right?"

Ultron is trying his best to get closer to Ian's way of thinking, which seems like a fairytale sweetness and dream, but if you think about it a little, you will feel a creepy absurdity and abstraction!

How can I describe this feeling? Even a witch from a dark fairy tale would probably shake her head and say, "This place is too eerie. I need to go back to my poisoned apple hut to calm down."

"What is all this nonsense! How could a dimensional demon do this?" Ultron's vast database contained knowledge of countless civilizations and worlds, but even after racking his brains, he couldn't find a single suitable word to describe Ian Kent's bizarre mental state and aesthetic sense!

Looking at the bizarre and wonderful scene outside the window, Ultron suddenly understood the X-Men's extraordinary thought process.

He was almost certain that the source of this “mental illness” sweeping across the entire dimension was that dimensional demon god—Ian Kent!