"So-called protagonists, when you get to the heart of it, are simply special. Because they are special, they transcend ordinary people, achieving what others cannot and founding great deeds."
"Back in the age of nations, those transmigrators and reborn ones really could have stirred up storms. But times have changed now. Special is no longer special enough, which is why they never amounted to much."
"It's like the strongest kid in elementary school. Perhaps they can still shine a little in junior high, but once they reach a university where strong people are everywhere, it's simply a dimensionality-reduction strike."
Zhao Cheng made a small analogy.
"So university powerhouses are terrifying indeed?! Calculus suppresses addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division..."
Zhou Yu immediately picked up the thread.
The years flowed by, and everything changed, yet some things remained unchanged.
"So what level of protagonist is that kid Zhou Qing?!"
"Junior high, or high school?!"
Seeing Zhao Cheng's expression, Zhou Yu realized that Zhao Cheng's talk of protagonists might not have been a joke after all, and he could not help but grow curious.
If his descendants had already become a great clan, then after so many generations, he naturally would not care too much about the grandson of a grandson. But for several generations after him, the Zhou family had passed down through a single heir in each generation—a lone seedling.
Were it not for that, Zhou Yu would not have sent someone to check on his descendant the moment he changed temperament, lest he had fallen victim to foul play.
Seizing a body and being reborn was not uncommon.
Of course, it was not easy to seize the body of someone from the Federation. Every Federation citizen was protected by the providence of civilization.
"About the level of a peerless national