A True Protagonist Only Needs to Be Handsome

Zhou Yuan transmigrates to a fantasy world, but he isn't happy about it at all. There's one simple reason.

The guy living on the mountain to his left is absurdly cautious. He clearly has the bearing of a young emperor, yet he refuses to come down, saying the outside world is too dangerous and he isn't even a hundred percent sure of success.

The guy on the mountain to his right sleeps, eats, and sunbathes all day, yet his cultivation grows like a rocket. Zhou Yuan strongly suspects he's bound to a slacker System.

The guy on the mountain in front of him lives by the creed, "My fate is mine, not heaven's. When yin and yang are thrown into chaos, I'll stain the sky with my divine blood!"

The guy on the mountain behind him spends all day clutching a little green bottle, busy with something in his medicinal field.

As for Zhou Yuan himself, he's pretty amazing: all these guys call him their senior brother. Apart from being handsome, he's good for nothing. So here's the question: is being handsome any use in a fantasy world?

Zhou Yuan has this to say: "A real protagonist only needs to be handsome!"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.