Chapter 1: The Lazy Lord of Luminous Manor

The sun hung high over the grand estate of the Luminous family, its golden rays spilling over the sprawling gardens and towering marble walls. Servants bustled about, knights stood on patrol, and the nobles of the household attended to their daily affairs.

Yet, in the heart of this vast domain, within the grand library of Luminous Manor, a lone figure lay motionless on a luxurious couch.

Frank Luminous, the first and only heir of the Luminous family, was fast asleep.

A book rested open on his chest, rising and falling with his steady breath. His silver hair, slightly disheveled, caught the sunlight streaming through the enormous stained-glass windows. Despite his noble lineage and immense wealth, he spent most of his time doing nothing but sleeping, reading, and eating.

To the world, he was known as "The Lazy Lord."

The Butler's Dilemma

"Young Master… Young Master!"

A voice called out, but there was no response.

Standing beside the couch was Alfred, the head butler of the Luminous household. He was an elderly man with a neatly trimmed beard and an impeccable black suit. He had served the family for decades and had long since given up trying to change Frank's ways.

Alfred cleared his throat. "Young Master, the Emperor's envoy has arrived. Your presence is requested immediately."

Frank remained still.

The butler sighed. "Young Master, if you continue to ignore this, Duke Luminous will—"

"—will be disappointed, right?" Frank muttered, his golden eyes slowly opening. His voice was calm, almost lazy, as if waking up itself was a chore.

Alfred hesitated. "Well, yes."

Frank sighed. "What does the Emperor want this time?"

"The Emperor has sent an invitation for all noble heirs to attend the Grand Martial Tournament in three months. He wishes for you to participate as the representative of the Luminous family."

Silence filled the room.

Then—

"Hah… what a pain." Frank closed his eyes again.

Alfred twitched. Of course.

The World's Misconception

Frank Luminous had never trained a day in his life.

He never wielded a sword, never cast a spell, and never participated in any of the noble tournaments or duels. While other noble heirs trained for years to become knights or mages, Frank did… nothing.

To the world, he was the greatest disappointment in noble history.

Yet, the truth was something no one could even comprehend.

Frank Luminous was already the strongest being in existence.

It wasn't a matter of talent or hard work. From the moment of his birth, he had been untouchable, a being who existed outside the natural laws of the world. His strength, speed, magic—everything was beyond measure.

Even the gods feared him.

And yet, he never used his power.

Why?

Because he didn't need to.

Why bother fighting when no one could ever be a threat? Why bother proving his strength when no one could understand it? Why bother doing anything… when it was all meaningless?

So, instead of playing along with the world's expectations, Frank chose to do what he loved most—eat, read, and sleep.

And in doing so, he had become the biggest mystery in the empire.

A Duke's Fury

As Alfred expected, Duke Luminous was not pleased.

Frank's father, Duke Reinhardt Luminous, was one of the empire's strongest warriors. A man of discipline and honor, he had fought in countless wars, earning the respect of kings and emperors.

And yet, his only son was a lazy good-for-nothing.

"You refused the Emperor's summons?!" Duke Reinhardt roared, slamming his fist on the table. The entire dining hall shook from the force.

Frank, sitting at the table, calmly took a bite of his roasted meat. "I didn't refuse. I just said it was a pain."

"You—!" The Duke's face turned red with fury. "Do you have any idea what this means? The Emperor is personally inviting you to prove yourself, and you just—just—"

Frank swallowed his food and tilted his head. "Father, do I need to prove myself?"

The room fell silent.

Duke Reinhardt gritted his teeth. "As the heir of the Luminous family, yes. You must prove your worth!"

Frank let out a lazy sigh. "I see… Then, let me ask you, Father—who in this continent is stronger than me?"

The question was so absurd that Duke Reinhardt almost laughed.

"You?! Stronger than—"

Then, he stopped.

A cold shiver ran down his spine.

He felt it—an invisible weight pressing down on him. For the first time in decades, his battle-hardened instincts screamed at him. His warrior's spirit, tempered through countless wars, trembled before his own son.

The pressure vanished in an instant, as if it had never existed.

Frank took another bite of his food. "Father, I'm already the strongest. What's the point of proving it?"

Duke Reinhardt couldn't speak.

For the first time in his life, he doubted everything he knew about his own son.

The Emperor's Warning

Meanwhile, in the imperial palace, Emperor Julius Venestra sat upon his golden throne, his face pale.

In front of him stood two hooded figures, their divine presence undeniable. They were not men.

They were gods.

And they had come with a warning.

"Your Majesty," one of them spoke, his voice trembling. "There exists within your empire… a being beyond our control."

The Emperor clenched his fists. "Who?"

The gods exchanged glances.

Then, one of them spoke the name that shook the celestial realm itself.

"Frank Luminous."

The Emperor's eyes widened.

"From this moment forth," the god continued, "we will take no action against him. We advise you to do the same."

The Emperor's heart pounded in his chest. A mortal… feared by the gods?

And all this time, the world had thought him a mere lazy noble.

The Beginning of a Legend

Frank Luminous yawned as he stretched on his bed, oblivious to the chaos his name was causing across the world.

The gods had given up.

The Emperor was panicking.

His father was questioning his entire existence.

And yet, Frank simply rolled over, pulled the blankets over his head, and mumbled—

"Too much trouble… I'll just sleep."

Little did he know…

His "laziness" would soon shake the world to its very core.