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In a world where strength determines fate, Frank Luminous was destined to reign supreme. By the time he turned one year old, he had already surpassed the gods, unlocked the mysteries of existence, and reached a level of power so absurd that nothing—not even divine intervention—could erase him.

And yet… he does nothing.

Instead of conquering nations, he sleeps.
Instead of fighting wars, he reads.
Instead of showing his strength, he eats and relaxes.

Because why bother? There’s no challenge, no rival, no threat that could ever make him take anything seriously.

The world, however, doesn’t see it that way. To them, he is "The Lazy Lord"—a noble disgrace who wastes away in luxury, unaware of the chaos beyond his lands. They mock him. They misunderstand him. They fear him.

But when the gods themselves attempt to erase his existence—only to fail—the world begins to realize the terrifying truth:

Frank Luminous is not lazy. He is simply beyond them.

And when they finally push him too far… they will learn what happens when the most powerful being in existence stops pretending to be idle.

A story of limitless power, misunderstood strength, and the quiet ruler who holds the fate of reality in his hands—whether he cares or not.

– An endless journey of battle, strategy, and absurd dominance awaits!

ETERNAL SLUMBER: THE LAZY LORD WHO RULES THE WORLD

In the Divine Realm

A grand hall stretched infinitely into the horizon, its golden pillars carved with celestial inscriptions. The Council of Gods—the supreme rulers of the heavens—sat in silence.

For the first time in countless eons, an emergency meeting had been called.

At the head of the table sat Zephiron, the God of Creation. His form shimmered with divine light, his golden eyes unreadable.

To his right, Astraea, the Goddess of Fate, tapped her fingers against the table. She was visibly unsettled—a rare sight for a being who controlled the threads of destiny itself.

The rest of the gods—War, Death, Time, Chaos, Wisdom, and countless others—were present.

Zephiron finally spoke, his voice deep and commanding. "This mortal… he should not exist."

Astraea sighed. "And yet, he does."

The God of War, Tyran, slammed his fist against the table. "This is unacceptable! A mere human, feared even by us?! It is an insult to the divine order!"

The God of Death, Morthos, let out a dry chuckle. "An insult? Or a warning?"

Tyran growled. "He has not even stepped onto the battlefield, yet the world bows before him! Are we truly going to do nothing?"

The Goddess of Wisdom, Selene, adjusted her glasses. "And what do you suggest? A direct confrontation?"

Even the most arrogant gods knew that challenging Frank was suicide.

Selene continued, her voice calm yet sharp. "We have observed countless prodigies rise and fall. But Frank Luminous is different. He has surpassed the natural limits of the world. No technique, no divine blessing, no celestial decree can erase him."

Zephiron clenched his jaw. "A being that cannot be erased… that cannot be killed… is not something we can allow to roam freely."

Astraea exhaled. "And yet, what can we do? Even fate itself does not bind him. I have tried to peer into his destiny… there is nothing."

The gods exchanged uneasy glances.

For the first time in their immortal existence, they were afraid.

Meanwhile, at Luminous Manor

Frank was seated at a table in the garden, enjoying a plate of steak.

Elise, standing nearby, kept glancing at him with suspicion.

Frank cut another piece of steak. "Mm?"

"There are rumors that even the gods are discussing you."

Elise's eyebrow twitched. "That's all you have to say?"

Frank chewed thoughtfully. "I mean… what else is there? If they're talking about me, that just means they're scared."

Elise crossed her arms. "You don't think they'll try something?"

A sudden gust of wind blew through the garden. Elise shivered.

Somewhere in the heavens, the gods were watching.

And they were terrified.

Zephiron stood, his divine aura shaking the heavens.

Zephiron's golden eyes glowed. "Whether we kneel… or declare war."

Because deep down, they already knew the answer.

Chapter 9: The Gods’ Council