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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 celestial realm, where golden palaces floated above the endless skies, a gathering of divine beings took place. The Throne of Eternity, where the gods held their highest meetings, was filled with tension.

Seated at the grand circular table were the most powerful gods of the realm. Each one radiated an aura that could reduce mortals to dust with a mere glance. Yet today, they weren't speaking with arrogance or confidence.

Today, they were afraid.

At the head of the table sat Zephiron, the God of Order. His silver eyes, usually calm and unwavering, were filled with a rare unease. "So, it has come to this…" he murmured.

Beside him, Ithrael, the Goddess of Wisdom, let out a long sigh. "We knew this day would come, but we always hoped it never would."

A god with a golden warhammer slammed his fist against the table. Thalvion, the God of War. "How can a mere mortal defy us?! He does not bow, does not fear, and worst of all—he doesn't care about us!"

Zephiron closed his eyes. "Frank Luminous is no ordinary mortal."

Thalvion scoffed. "He is a human! I refuse to believe—"

"He is eternal," Ithrael interrupted, her voice solemn. "No god, no force, no law of the universe can erase him. He exists beyond divine authority."

"Then… what do we do?" one of the lesser gods whispered.

Zephiron opened his eyes, determination shining within them. "We must act now. If we wait, he will only grow more powerful. If we hesitate, he will become unstoppable."

"He already is," Ithrael muttered.

The gods all exchanged uneasy glances. Even among deities, there were whispered legends of Frank Luminous—of a being that could not be slain, not be controlled, not be erased. The idea of a mortal being superior to them was unthinkable.

Thalvion growled, his warhammer glowing with divine energy. "Then we strike first. Gather the forces of heaven. If we cannot erase him, then we will contain him."

Zephiron nodded. "So be it. The War of the Gods… begins now."

Meanwhile, in the Luminous Estate

"I suppose I should start stretching… if the gods are finally making their move."

"Let's see if they can entertain me."

Chapter 32 – The Gods’ Council