Midas soared above the clouds, his senses sharp and his mind focused. The rush of the wind past his ears and the sight of the seemingly endless ocean that stretched for hundreds of kilometres below him was a stark reminder of how vast the world was and how small he was as just one selfish man in it.
This was just this minor world that was evolving. Midas could not even imagine the Multiverse out there…
Midas had changed up his strategy. He figured that there were probably so many Awakened Realm Bests down there, would it not be better for him to fly above them and let the Orca recruit those guys by himself?
After figuring this out, and putting Amaranya in charge of the Orca, Midas flew high up. The height advantage allowed him to spot any anomalies below him and this strategy had already started paying off for him.