Tactical Arrangements

This was the first time Chen Cheng had seen helplessness in someone who stood at the pinnacle of this world.

Their realms and strength were an unattainable dream for 99.9 percent of everyone else. Only the remaining 0.1 percent could even hope to reach them.

And among that tiny fraction, the odds of actually becoming one of them were vanishingly small.

Yet even these beings, who seemed like gods walking among mortals, had their own helplessness. Worse, it came from talents fixed at birth.

How bitterly ironic that was for everyone else.

Seeing Chen Cheng fall silent, Kui Niu, who stood beside him, glared at Song Dragon before speaking:

"Your Majesty, don't listen to her nonsense. In all of history, not even His Majesty the First achieved Sequence Apotheosis. Maybe it's nothing more than a legend.

"And this old bull thinks that's for the best. Power doesn't spring from nothing. The burden of sustaining Legendary Rank beings like us is already heavy enough for this world.

"If we were all immortal gods, what would become of those who came after us? They'd have no room left to grow."

Kui Niu's words were not entirely convincing, but they made for a good explanation.

Chen Cheng had read countless webnovels in his previous life. Their protagonists had all sorts of strange reasons for killing the final mastermind, but those reasons always came back to what Kui Niu had described: those at the top crowding everyone else out.

The history of his previous life had taught him something similar. Once a tiny class controlled more than ninety percent of society's wealth, what followed was not prosperity, but a bloody redistribution of wealth.

So he ought to count himself lucky. After all these years of history, he still did not have to worry that