This world never lacked wise people.
On the contrary, most schemes were games played between the wise.
It all depended on whose setup was more sophisticated, more convincing, and more grounded in reality.
Zeus's scheme was not imperfect; he had simply chosen the wrong partner.
Partnering with the Administration Bureau was no different from seeking the skin of a tiger.
"So you did not come to me just because you believed only the Doctor possessed superb technology. You suspected the Administration Bureau would turn against you, didn't you?" I believed Zeus had not sought me out simply because I had taken the Doctor away and asked for my help. He did not trust the Administration Bureau. If they could create some of the gods of Mount Olympus without his knowledge, then they could very well have secretly copied him as well.
And he firmly believed that the so-called "resurrected" Zeus would not be like him, but would instead become a tool in the Administration Bureau's hands.
If he had not handed over Zeus's Heart, he would still have had some confidence in dealing with those oversized fakes. But if Zeus's Heart fell into their hands, then a copy possessing Zeus's Heart would be almost as powerful as Zeus himself. Even Zeus, having lost Zeus's Heart, would no longer be its match.
That was what Zeus feared most.
"Tell me, does this count as lifting a stone only to smash my own foot?" Zeus gave a bitter smile. I nodded. He had indeed dug himself into a pit, and whether he jumped in or not, he was trapped.
"But isn't this timing a little too perfect? What if I had never come to Tibet a hundred years ago? Wouldn't your huge operation have been for nothing? Or what if I had