Heh, what else can you little clowns possibly do now?
Duanmu Huai put away his phone, grinning as he looked at the Board of Directors members who had been completely thrown into disarray, then yawned.
To the board members, however, this scene had indeed been completely beyond their expectations.
Revive Kamukura Izuru?
How could such a thing be possible? He had been dead for so many years! How could they revive him?
They had only given the plan that name for its symbolic meaning. It wasn't as if they had really revived Kamukura Izuru, right?
However, they also knew that no matter what they said, it would be useless!
It was like making a plan to migrate to outer space. Everyone had originally been thinking of the Moon, but then someone suddenly jumped out and declared that the target of the plan was to colonize Mars, even producing material on Martian immigration with complete confidence—although they might only have wanted to create a migration framework usable on both the Moon and Mars, whose fault was it that they had actually written "Mars" in the document?
Of course the public would believe it!
And what could you do then? Issue a clarification? If you really did, wouldn't that mean admitting you couldn't do it? But if you didn't—thinking about going to Mars before you had even reached the Moon? Wasn't that ridiculous?
Not to mention, their plan was far more dangerous than space migration. It even involved human experimentation!
If you told the public that you wanted to create an existence possessing every talent, they would only say that they had no idea what you were talking about.
But if you said you planned to resurrect someone, everyone would say, "Bringing the dead back in someone else's body? We understand that!"