My God-Tier Slacker System Is Out Of Control
"I just wanted to lay in bed and become a professional freeloader. Why the hell did you guys make me a Global Overlord?!"
Doni Kusuma (25) has one noble life goal: to avoid corporate work for the rest of his life. To escape his mother's endless nagging, he attends a job interview at an elite tech company with the 100% intention of failing miserably.
But the universe has a cruel sense of humor. The moment he activates the [God-Tier Slacker System], every attempt at sabotage, laziness, and clumsiness triggers god-level coincidences!
Sleeping on purpose during a crucial boardroom meeting? His snoring accidentally hacks a deadly malware and saves the company! Swabbing a banana for a high-tech DNA test? He accidentally creates the medical breakthrough of the century!
The harder Doni tries to get fired, the more he is hailed as an unparalleled genius, a billionaire, and a corporate savior. Now, with a fierce efficiency consultant constantly breathing down his neck, and an underground syndicate of assassins convinced he's the world's most dangerous Mastermind, can Doni ever achieve his ultimate dream of just taking a nap?
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Chapter: Chapter 86 : The Exhausting NapThe ceiling fan groaned, a rhythmic, mechanical "chik-chik-chik" that had once been the most soothing lullaby in Doni’s modest Jakarta bedroom. But as the first sliver of the afternoon sun pierced through the gap in his moth-eaten curtains, the sound felt like a serrated blade sawing through his skull. Doni didn’t wake up with the usual grace of a God-Tier Slacker—he didn’t feel the light, effervescent hum of the System replenishing his soul. Instead, he felt as if his body had been cast in lead and then buried under a mountain of wet laundry.He groaned, the sound vibrating deep in his chest, heavy and hollow. His limbs didn't belong to him. They were anchors, dragging his consciousness down into the polyester mattress. Usually, a twelve-hour nap after saving the multiverse would have granted him enough Slacker Points to manifest a private island made entirely of memory foam. Today, however, the simple act of blinking felt like a feat of olympic athleticism."Mas? Mas Doni, you fina
Last Updated: 2026-05-31
Chapter: Chapter 85 : The Interdimensional SpaThe neon-red sky of the Hustle-Verse didn’t just change; it surrendered. The aggressive, jagged lightning of high-frequency trading pulses faded into a soft, shimmering lavender glow that smelled faintly of eucalyptus and expensive humidifiers. Across the horizon, the towering skyscrapers—once jagged needles designed to pierce the clouds of productivity—were being wrapped in gargantuan, soft-knit sweaters of woven celestial silk. The jagged edges of the "Dimension X" headquarters were literally melting, softening into the rounded, inviting curves of a high-end wellness retreat.Doni lay sprawled across a floating, zero-gravity massage throne, his limbs draped like overcooked noodles over the sides. He had finally been peeled out of the Golden Nugget suit, but the phantom weight of the velvet still lingered on his skin. Above him, the giant "Grind-Index" ticker tape that once screamed stock prices was now scrolling a single, rhythmic message in a soothing, handwritten font: Inhale... E
Last Updated: 2026-05-30
Chapter: Chapter 84 : Winning by DefaultThe air in the Infinite Garden of Slumber had thickened into a soup of stagnant heat and vibrating bureaucratic energy. It was the kind of atmosphere that could make a normal man’s skin crawl with the urge to file a tax return, but for Doni, it was merely the white noise of a world trying too hard. He sat at the defense table, his body slumped so far down in the plastic chair that his chin was practically resting on his chest. His clip-on tie, a garish shade of maroon that Ibu Doni had insisted was "the color of winning," hung crookedly, tickling his neck with every shallow, lazy breath he took.Across the scorched patch of grass that served as the courtroom floor, Vance was a man possessed. The lead prosecutor of the Hustle-Verse had been speaking for exactly three hours and fourteen minutes. His once-immaculate charcoal suit was now damp with a frantic sweat, the collar of his shirt wilted like a week-old lettuce leaf. His silver hair, which had begun the day in a perfect, unmoving
Last Updated: 2026-05-29
Chapter: Chapter 83 : The Trial of the MillenniumThe morning dew in the Infinite Garden of Slumber didn’t just evaporate; it retreated in the face of the overwhelming bureaucratic pressure now radiating from the center of the clearing. What was once a sanctuary for the world’s most dedicated nappers had been transformed into a surreal arena of interdimensional litigation. A massive mahogany bench, floating three feet above the grass, served as the judge’s seat, while two long tables faced each other across a patch of scorched earth. On one side sat the legal team from the Hustle-Verse—twelve men in charcoal-grey suits so sharp they could probably cut through the fabric of space-time, their fingers blurred as they typed on holographic keyboards at three hundred words per minute. On the other side, slumped in a folding chair that groaned under the weight of his sheer indifference, sat Doni.He was still wearing his tattered "If Found, Please Return to Bed" t-shirt, though his mother had insisted he wear a clip-on tie. The tie was cur
Last Updated: 2026-05-28
Chapter: Chapter 82 : Copyright Infringement LawsuitThe scent of burnt coffee and the stifling radiation of blue screens slowly faded, replaced by a mountain breeze carrying the fragrance of ancient lavender and freshly sun-dried dacron pillows. The HMS Cloud-Nine landed with a soft jolt upon the grassy expanse of the Infinite Garden of Slumber, causing the surface of the King Size mattress to bounce several times before finally coming to a complete rest. Doni, still encased in The Golden Nugget costume which was soaking wet and now felt like a ton of concrete, rolled off the mattress deck. He hit the grass with a very unheroic thud, looking exactly like a giant piece of fried chicken falling off a serving plate. Cold water from the remnants of his ice bath in Dimension X seeped out of the yellow velvet fabric, soaking the sacred ground of the garden. "Mas Doni! Don't die yet! The zipper is still stuck, I don't want you rotting inside there!" Dona shouted as she hopped down from the mattress, her rattan staff still gripped tightly, i
Last Updated: 2026-05-27
Chapter: Chapter 81 : Right-Click, Save AsThe HMS Cloud-Nine bucked and heaved like a terrified beast, its memory-foam deck undulating in waves that made the very concept of stable ground feel like a distant, cruel memory. Inside the sweat-soaked, soggy velvet of the Golden Nugget suit, Doni rolled across the Egyptian-cotton fitted sheet like a golden boulder of pure misery. He slammed into the padded mahogany headboard with a dull thud, letting out a muffled groan that was half-suffocation and half-existential annoyance. Around them, the Hustle-Verse wasn’t just collapsing; it was de-fragmenting in real-time. The sky had dissolved into a jagged patchwork of monochrome static and neon-blue "Error 404" windows that flickered with a nauseating intensity."Kaelen! Keep this thing steady or I swear I am going to use your glasses as a projectile!" Dona screamed, her legs planted wide as she braced herself against the mattress’s bolster. She gripped her rattan stick so tightly that the emerald veins within the ancient wood pulsed w
Last Updated: 2026-05-26
