ETERNAL SLUMBER: THE LAZY LORD WHO RULES THE WORLD

A thousand years ago, a prophecy was spoken.

"The gods shall reign supreme, unchallenged, eternal in their dominion."

"But should a being beyond fate awaken, their rule shall falter."

"And the heavens shall tremble."

For centuries, the gods had dismissed this as nothing more than a misguided vision. After all, what could possibly surpass them?

And yet, here they were—helpless, uncertain, and terrified of a single man.

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Celestial Realm – The Hall of Eternity

The Supreme God stood at the highest peak of the divine halls, looking out over the endless expanse of golden clouds. His expression remained unreadable, but within his heart, a storm of emotions raged.

The other gods had left, retreating to their own domains to process the reality that had just unfolded. None of them had answers. None of them had hope.

The Supreme God clenched his fists.

"Is this truly the end of our rule?"

For eons, they had shaped destiny itself. They had judged mortals, destroyed civilizations, and guided empires. Their power was absolute.

Or so they had thought.

Now, Frank Luminous existed.

A being whom not even the Primordial One could challenge.

A being who did nothing, and yet held power beyond all of creation.

A being who—if he ever so much as lifted a finger—could erase the very concept of gods.

The Supreme God exhaled slowly.

"We are no longer the supreme ones."

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Mortal Realm – Frank's Estate

Frank sat at his usual spot, reclining on a chair outside his mansion. A small table next to him held a steaming cup of tea and a half-eaten pastry.

He sighed in satisfaction.

"Perfect weather, good food, and a great book. Life is good."

He could feel the celestial panic from here. The gods were losing their minds, but he honestly didn't care.

For centuries, they had looked down on mortals. They played their games, dictated fates, and treated life as their personal amusement.

And now?

They finally understood what it felt like to be powerless.

Frank took a slow sip of tea.

"Justice is poetic, isn't it?"

His golden eyes flickered for a moment. He could feel watchful gazes from the heavens, desperate and fearful.

If he wanted to, he could erase those stares with a single thought.

But why bother?

"They'll break on their own. They always do."

He yawned, stretching lazily before flipping another page in his book.

"Let them fear. I've got better things to do."

Like finishing this novel.