Compared with stable geniuses who progressed steadily, one step at a time,
Iolam was undoubtedly the more extreme sort.
After discovering the problem,
for the sake of results and risk avoidance, he did not hesitate to abandon his human identity, even his identity as a living thing.
He forcibly transformed himself from a handsome, mature, elegant middle-aged man into a Mind Flayer Overlord with an octopus head and no gender at all, then, without pausing for breath, transformed himself from a living thing into an Undead Creature—a lich—completing a double epic-level enhancement...
Coupled with how, after realizing something was wrong earlier, he had decisively fled without even wanting his Floating City anymore...
Orsaga could not help but regard him more highly, feeling that he was someone worth cultivating.
After all, if effort and talent alone truly played some decisive role, there would not be so many geniuses left buried and overlooked...
Many times,
the more radical and extreme the decision, the more likely it was to yield results!
The reason was simple.
If one was willing to stake one's life, one naturally had the right to obtain more unexpected results...
Therefore,
Orsaga rather appreciated this little friend, Iolam.
Presumably, he would have the chance to accomplish great things in the future.
Thinking of this,
with a trace of curiosity,
Orsaga casually took a look at the course of the other party's future life.
Before long,
he had the answer.
Very good. Iolam would be beaten to death alive eleven thousand years later.
Even his corpse would be turned into a specimen and become someone else's exhibit!
Though it could not be called a complete success,
it still counted as partial success.
After all, being able to live for that many years was already no easy feat...
Regarding this,
while feeling