The prerequisite for a hero was often a choice of fate.
In any era of history, there were often a few Lucky Ones. Standing in a special position, they experienced joy and sorrow, partings and reunions, and ultimately achieved miracles.
Yet throughout that process, they had also benefited from the era's advantages and resources.
"A world where everyone is a hero."
Bestial nature brought cruelty and decisiveness. The experience of countless battles brought combat skills and an unyielding will. Having faced death brought the resolve to endure any harsh environment.
The quality of these soldiers was simply outstanding. In Lu PingAn's eyes, every one of them could be called a Homeland Hero.
"No wonder this world is so fond of Heroic Epics."
Lu PingAn had spoken with these people. The open courtyard was a place where mortals rested, worked, and improved themselves.
They were full of respect for Lu PingAn as a god, yet held little trust or worship toward him.
It was the respect mortals showed gods, the recognition soldiers gave to the identity of a legion commander. But how much loyalty and admiration they truly possessed was difficult to say.
Still, they were intelligent beings—intelligent beings of flesh, blood, and thought.
"I think this place of yours is pretty good."
"This is so much better than our previous half-cooked roast meat meals. We ate roast meat every day, and there wasn't even any seasoning."
"Seasonings were luxuries in our former legion. Our old boss couldn't even maintain the territory, much less buy or gather those extra supplies."
In truth, these legion warriors did not require supplies. Whatever they had eaten before, they could still eat after regaining their humanity.
The beasts covering the mountains could all serve as provisions. Cooking them a little merely made them easier to