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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 Dark Presence Approaches

Deep in the abyss, within the heart of the Netherworld, the Demon King Asmodius sat on his throne of bones, his crimson eyes glowing with malice.

For centuries, he had ruled as the supreme overlord of the demons.

Feared. Worshipped. Unchallenged.

He was terrified.

The goddess Astraea had returned to the divine realm with news that shook the heavens.

Frank Luminous had no interest in war.

Frank Luminous only wanted snacks.

Frank Luminous… was an absolute monster.

This man… this Lazy Lord…

Even the gods feared him.

And yet, this same man was content to sit at home, doing absolutely nothing.

A Council of Demons

Asmodius slammed his hand against his throne.

A ripple of demonic energy spread through the Netherworld, summoning his greatest generals.

Within moments, five figures appeared before him.

Each of them was a legendary demon, a nightmare spoken of in hushed whispers across the land.

Belzara, the Queen of Plague. A being whose breath alone could rot entire kingdoms.

Morgath, the Eternal Warlord. An immortal warrior who had never known defeat.

Zephyros, the Shadow Reaper. A demon who could kill before his enemies even realized he was there.

Dravok, the Devourer of Souls. A gluttonous beast that feasted on the souls of the damned.

Lilith, the Crimson Witch. A master of dark magic feared even among her own kind.

They kneeled before their king, awaiting his command.

Asmodius spoke, his voice heavy with authority.

"We must decide our course of action regarding Frank Luminous."

Belzara was the first to break.

She spoke quickly, her voice trembling slightly.

Belzara's head snapped toward him. "Did you not hear what Astraea said?! The gods—the GODS—want nothing to do with him! What do you think WE can do?!"

Morgath growled. "The gods are weak. We are demons. We should not fear one man."

Zephyros sighed. "You weren't there when Astraea returned. The way she spoke of him…"

"She wasn't just cautious. She was… afraid."

Dravok, the Devourer of Souls, licked his lips.

"Perhaps… we should test him. Send lesser demons to attack. Gauge his strength."

Lilith smirked. "Are you volunteering?"

Dravok stiffened. "I—I have more important matters to attend to."

Lilith's smirk widened. "Of course."

Asmodius listened to their arguments in silence.

The Demon King's Decision

"We do not move against Frank Luminous."

Morgath opened his mouth to protest, but one glare from Asmodius silenced him.

The Demon King stood.

"I have ruled this realm for thousands of years, and in that time, I have never feared a single being."

His eyes burned with power.

"But Frank Luminous… he is something else. Something that should not exist."

"If we act recklessly, we may bring about our own destruction."

A heavy silence fell over the room.

"How rare," she murmured. "To see the great Demon King acknowledge another's power."

Asmodius exhaled, his shoulders relaxing.

He turned toward his generals, his gaze firm.

"This is about survival."

And with that, the Demon King—ruler of the Netherworld, the greatest nightmare of mankind—made his choice.

The demons would not provoke Frank Luminous.

Because to do so… would be suicide.

Back in the mortal realm, Frank Luminous stretched lazily on his couch.

"…Why do I feel like someone was just talking about me?"

Elise, who was reading a book across from him, glanced up. "Maybe because you're infamous across the world?"

He yawned, closed his eyes, and prepared for another nap.

Somewhere, deep in the abyss, an entire race of demons breathed a sigh of relief.

Chapter 23: The Demon King’s Dilemma