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Mallory is a self-proclaimed queen of laziness who wakes up one day to find herself in a world overrun by zombies. Fortunately, her apartment seems to have a mind of its own—and it’s evolving. From providing unlimited snacks to generating electricity and even sprouting a dimensional elevator, her cozy haven keeps her safe and comfortable while others struggle to survive outside.

But when her evolving apartment drags her into alternate realities, Mallory must reluctantly become the “hero” of bizarre worlds, from candy-coated kingdoms to high-tech dystopias. Armed with her magical Staff of Lazula, which lets her achieve greatness with minimal effort, Mallory stumbles into one comedic escapade after another. Whether she's outsmarting sorceresses or surviving talking gummy bears, Mallory proves that you don’t need to be a go-getter to be a hero—just really, really good at being lazy.

Join Mallory and her apartment in an adventure that no one expected!

The Lazy Chronicles: Apartment of the Apocalypse

The silence in the Oracle's chamber was suffocating. Rusted gears still trembled in the wake of its final words, and a faint hum of dying energy filled the air.

Mallory stood at the center, gripping the key like a lifeline.

"We're opening the gate," she repeated.

Greg threw up his hands. "Oh, sure! Let's go ahead and ignore the creepy robot's very clear warning!"

Elara crossed her arms. "You want to just leave it and hope the problem solves itself?"

Greg scowled. "Yes! That is exactly what I want to do! Or at least let someone else handle it!"

Quinn smirked. "Who, exactly? The underground mushroom cultists? The ones who worship Blinky?"

Greg groaned and slumped against the wall. "Fine. But if we all die, I will haunt you."

Mallory turned back to the Oracle's inert form. It had shut down entirely, its eyes dim, its body locked in place as if waiting for time itself to finish corroding it. There were no more answers here.

Chapter 115 – The Price of a Hero