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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

Yet, in that instant, the sky shattered like fragile glass. The divine army, composed of the strongest celestial warriors, felt it. A power so absolute, so overwhelming, that even the concept of their existence seemed insignificant.

Thalvion, the God of War, clenched his trembling fists. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. The gods had always ruled from above, untouchable, supreme. But now, they stood before something that was neither mortal nor divine.

Frank Luminous was simply beyond them.

"W-What… are you?" Thalvion muttered, his voice unsteady.

Frank sighed, rubbing his temples as if dealing with an annoying chore. "Did you all really think you could 'seal' me? How funny."

The celestial soldiers around him were paralyzed. Their divine armor cracked under the sheer pressure of Frank's presence alone. Some dropped their weapons. Others collapsed.

An explosion of divine power erupted as one of the gods made their move.

A golden spear, glowing with the radiance of a thousand stars, shot toward Frank. It was a weapon infused with divine law, designed to pierce through even the most indestructible beings.

Frank didn't dodge. He didn't even blink.

The moment the spear touched him—it ceased to exist.

It wasn't destroyed. It wasn't deflected.

It simply… never was.

The god who threw it, Elvaron, the God of Judgment, stared in horror. His strongest attack—erased without a trace.

Frank sighed again. "You guys really don't get it, do you?" He lifted a single hand, his fingers lazily snapping together.

The divine army screamed.

A force beyond comprehension descended upon them. Their bodies collapsed inward, divine essence unraveling at the seams. The gods, the warriors, the celestial beasts—all of them felt their very existence trembling.

"No… NO! This is impossible!" Thalvion roared, struggling to maintain his form.

Frank tilted his head. "Impossible? No, this is just your reality now."

Then—he lowered his hand.

The entire battlefield froze. The divine soldiers stopped moving. Their eyes widened in absolute terror as they realized—

They couldn't move.

Frank had stopped their existence.

Even time itself seemed to kneel before him.

Thalvion gritted his teeth. He had to do something. Anything. If they stayed here, if they fought any longer—

No. They wouldn't just lose. They would disappear.

"R-RETREAT!" Thalvion roared, his voice cracking. "ALL FORCES, RETREAT!"

The divine army fled. Gods, angels, warriors—beings who had never known fear—ran.

"Good choice," he murmured, taking another sip of tea.

Chapter 34 – The Moment of Despair