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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

A Rift in the Heavens

A void of swirling darkness devoured the stars, pulling reality itself toward its endless abyss.

A monstrous shadow loomed over the world.

The gods, watching from their celestial thrones, felt their divine bodies tremble.

A massive, formless entity emerged—a shape that shifted between an eldritch beast, a cosmic storm, and a hooded figure whose face was an endless void.

The Forgotten One had arrived.

Its voice shattered mountains and bent time itself.

"Who… dares summon me?"

Tyran, the God of War, swallowed hard. "We—"

A mere ripple of the Forgotten One's presence sent divine thrones cracking apart.

Astraea gritted her teeth. Even gods couldn't withstand this thing's aura.

But then, the Forgotten One's cosmic gaze turned toward the mortal realm.

It Looked at Frank.

In his estate, Frank was still sitting, midway through another meal.

Elise, trembling, could feel the sheer presence of the Forgotten One. "H-hey, Frank… maybe now is a good time to—"

The world stopped.

The Forgotten One, a being that could consume entire realms, hesitated.

The gods watched in stunned silence.

The Forgotten One spoke again, but this time, its voice was careful.

"…Frank Luminous."

Astraea's heart raced. No… it can't be.

This eldritch entity, a being so ancient that even the gods feared it, knew his name.

Frank slowly stood up, stretching. "Yeah, yeah. I know. You're some big scary thing."

The Forgotten One remained silent.

Frank rubbed his neck. "Look, I get it. The gods begged you to deal with me, right?"

Then, the Forgotten One did something no one expected.

It took a step back.

A god gasped. A literal cosmic horror… retreating?

Tyran's mouth went dry. "What… what's happening?"

Astraea stared, disbelief in her eyes. "It's afraid."

The Forgotten One's form shifted, cracked, and twisted.

It had seen something. Something that made it rethink its very existence.

The Forgotten One's abyssal gaze never left Frank.

"I will not fight this being."

Astraea stepped forward. "You— you're supposed to be beyond gods! You exist outside fate! How can you—"

The Forgotten One's voice rumbled.

"Because even I have limits."

Frank yawned. "Yeah, that's what I thought."

The End of a Godly Scheme

The gods stared in horror as the Forgotten One turned away.

"Frank Luminous… I pray we never meet again."

And then—it vanished.

The sky returned to normal.

The rift in space sealed itself.

The gods, once mighty and untouchable, stood frozen.

Their ultimate weapon had just given up.

Frank Goes Back to Eating

Frank sat back down, picking up his bowl.

Elise collapsed onto a chair, her soul nearly leaving her body.

"You… you just scared off an eldritch horror."

She grabbed his collar. "HOW?!"

Frank smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

She screamed in frustration. This man was impossible!

Meanwhile, in the Celestial Realm, the gods sat in absolute defeat.

Tyran's hands trembled. "What… what do we do now?"

"…Pray he stays lazy."

Chapter 20: The Forgotten One Descends