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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

High above the mortal realm, within the grand halls of the Celestial Pantheon, the surviving gods gathered in silence.

The atmosphere was heavy—thick with fear. These were beings who had ruled for eons, entities who shaped worlds and dictated fate itself. And yet, for the first time in their existence… they were terrified.

Thalvion, the God of War, stood at the center. His usual pride and arrogance were gone. His fists clenched tightly as he recalled the absolute horror of facing Frank Luminous.

"He… He didn't even lift a weapon."

His words sent a shiver through the room. The other gods looked away, their divine forms flickering. Even the Supreme God, the one who ruled above all, remained silent on his golden throne.

Elvaron, the God of Judgment, clenched his jaw. "I used a spear forged from the essence of creation itself… and he erased it. It didn't break. It didn't shatter. It simply—ceased to exist."

The gods flinched. Even the concept of erasure was beyond them.

"We underestimated him," another god whispered. "We thought he was just a mortal with immense power… but he is far more than that."

A deep voice cut through the whispers.

All heads turned to the Supreme God. His golden eyes were sharp, his expression unreadable.

"We didn't underestimate him," he said slowly. "We were never his equals to begin with."

The room fell into absolute silence.

The gods exchanged uneasy glances, unable to deny the truth.

Thalvion took a shaky breath. "Then… what do we do?"

The Supreme God leaned back, his gaze distant.

"Wait? For what?" Elvaron asked, his voice tense.

The Supreme God closed his eyes. "For him to decide what to do with us."

A sudden force shook the heavens. The gods froze.

It was faint… but they all felt it.

Frank Luminous had stood up again.

And the gods could do nothing but tremble.

Chapter 35 – The Gods’ Fear