You could say everyone struggled with choices.
If you had never noticed it in your own life, that was only because you had yet to face a choice that truly made you hesitate.
Choosing between five million and five hundred thousand was easy enough.
But put the power to freeze everything in time—while your own lifespan kept ticking away—beside the power of hypnosis, and you would hesitate, wouldn't you?
You could not have both.
Now all six of Chu Feng's group were struggling to choose, picking apart the Protagonist Templates thread by thread.
While they analyzed them, Monster Yaoyao and the others on Wuyi Mountain studied the templates too, unsure which belonged to true protagonists and which were fakes.
A protagonist was a creature of infinite possibilities. From the information the Protagonist Template provided alone, there was no way to be certain which one belonged to a true Protagonist Template.
Someone radiant with glory might be the protagonist—or the attendant destined to deliver treasure to one.
Someone who started with nothing but a bowl might be chosen by the Heavenly Mandate, but was more likely an actual beggar.
Who could say for sure?
"Which ones are the real protagonists?" Monster Yaoyao asked, curious.
"Many are, and many aren't," Meng Chuan said.
Monster Yaoyao glanced at Meng Chuan and muttered, "You might as well have said nothing."
"Old Meng, have you met all these protagonists, or did you imagine them?" Chu Zhiyuan asked.
"I've met some, like Wang Teng and Shi Yi. Others I know only by name," Meng Chuan replied.
"But even those who aren't protagonists are remarkable. There isn't a mediocre person among them."
"What does their Heavenly Mandate mean?" Wang Jing asked.
"It's something each of these Protagonist Templates must accomplish, something of great importance to their lives,"