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Are you familiar with the words “Lazy Potato”?

In a world where strength determines status, Lucas Vance is an anomaly—a battle academy student with unrivaled talent who refuses to lift a finger. Dubbed the "Lazy Potato," he naps through combat training, dodges responsibilities, and only moves when his stomach demands food.

However, when a freak accident leaves the kingdom’s greatest warriors incapacitated, Lucas is forced (bribed with unlimited food) to step in as the last line of defense. Armed with overwhelming power he never uses, absurd luck, and an undying love for sleep, Lucas must navigate battles, assassins, and royal conspiracies—all while trying to maintain his nap schedule.

Can he save the kingdom without breaking a sweat? Or will he prove that true power comes… from doing absolutely nothing?

Life of a Lazy Potato

Lucas Vance had once again defeated a top student… by accident.

And the entire Royal Combat Academy was losing its mind.

His legend as the Academy's Strongest Sloth had reached new heights, and now, everyone wanted to uncover the secret behind his unstoppable strength.

Too bad Lucas was too busy napping to care.

Early in the morning, before the sun had fully risen, Claire stormed toward Lucas's usual nap spot.

"Wake up, Lucas!" she yelled, kicking his foot.

Lucas groaned, rolling over. "Five more minutes…"

Claire didn't wait. She grabbed his leg and started dragging him across the academy grounds.

Lucas blinked. "Training for what?"

"For survival!" Claire snapped. "After what happened with Brutus and Cedric, people aren't just going to challenge you anymore. They'll be coming to crush you."

Lucas sighed. "Sounds like a 'them' problem."

Claire's eye twitched. "It's a 'you' problem when they start showing up in groups!"

Lucas grumbled, but before he could escape, Claire tossed him into the academy's training hall.

Inside the hall, several students were already training—punching wooden dummies, swinging swords, and running drills under the strict supervision of Instructor Roderick.

Roderick was built like a mountain with arms, and he eyed Lucas like he was about to put him through military hell.

"Well, well," Roderick said, crossing his arms. "If it isn't the prodigy."

Lucas sighed. "Please don't call me that."

Claire clapped her hands. "Sir, Lucas needs serious training. He's been slacking off for too long."

Roderick smirked. "Then let's begin."

Lucas frowned. "Wait, hold on, I never agreed to—"

Lucas sighed and slowly got into position.

Claire facepalmed. "One? That's it?"

Lucas groaned. "Fine… one and a half."

Roderick's face darkened. "I see. You need motivation."

He whistled, and suddenly, a massive wooden log was suspended above Lucas's back.

"If you stop, it drops," Roderick said, grinning.

Lucas stared at the heavy log. "Hah. Jokes on you, I'm perfectly fine with being squished."

Roderick chuckled. "I know. That's why I'm also placing a plate of freshly cooked steak just out of your reach."

Lucas's eyes widened. "YOU MONSTER."

*Accidental Training Montage

And so, against his will, Lucas was forced to work out.

He ran laps around the field (because Roderick tied a roasted chicken to a stick and made him chase it).

He practiced dodging attacks (by sleepwalking through an obstacle course).

He sharpened his reaction speed (by trying to snatch food before Roderick could take it away).

By the end of the day, Lucas collapsed, panting.

Roderick nodded in approval. "Not bad. You've actually got solid instincts."

Lucas wheezed. "I hate everything."

Claire smirked. "Tomorrow, we train even harder!"

Lucas's soul nearly left his body.

A group of upperclassmen warriors watched Lucas from a distance.

"That lazy fool… how is he improving so fast?"

Their leader smirked. "Let's wait. When he least expects it… we strike."

But Lucas was too busy sneaking into the kitchen for a midnight snack to notice.

Chapter 3: The Secret Training Arc