The preparation for creating humans was destined to take a long time, so Zeus set the matter aside for a while.
He had planned to destroy the remnants of the previous humans. Now, putting them to good use seemed like a fine turn of events.
However, compared to the past, the lifespan of the new humans would be greatly reduced—after all, they wouldn't receive the baptism of 'Life' itself like the previous two generations of humans did, but were made with 'second-hand' materials.
"This is also good. If what Prometheus said is true, and the humans 'whose thoughts have not been altered' aren't anything special, then they can soon die, and I can then try again, imitating the Golden and Silver Humanity."
"It's only a few hundred years; I can wait that long," he said.
After some thought, Zeus returned to the banquet at the Divine Palace.
