To Lu PingAn, when it came to the protagonists of an era, the emphasis had always been on the "era," not the "protagonists."
Although Lu PingAn could now be considered the "protagonist of his own life," he had always held to a people-centered view of history, valuing the era itself more than any individual.
In his eyes, an era was like a tide. When the waves crashed against the shore, there would always be a few splashes that struck the beach first. Whether it was you or someone else made no difference and held no importance to the era itself. They were merely the newest splashes to leap forth.
Still, he had never denied the effect that "individual choices" could have on an era.
Once those "riders of the tides" stood atop the waves, their personal preferences and choices could indeed influence the entire era. Of course, those who went against the tide of development and betrayed the era's choice would fall quickly. The era was ruthless even toward its own protagonists. But those who followed the tide might truly become symbols of their age in the end.
...Another protagonist? Uh, I get it. Don't tell me I'm supposed to be her stepping stone. That's a little disgusting. Audiences stopped liking that kind of thing ages ago. What third-rate plot planner is still pulling that sacrificial setup?
Lu PingAn grumbled to himself as he observed the place.
It was a temporary camp, clearly nothing more than a hastily arranged safe shelter. Even this provisional Resistance Army camp had chosen to settle inside a cave.
It was worth noting that the Fishmen were indeed terrible at searching on land. Their powerful "sense of smell" underwater was practically useless on land, while their eyesight was generally awful. Multiple visual fields and nearsightedness