All Chapters of My God-Tier Slacker System Is Out Of Control: Chapter 71
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Chapter 71: Meet the In-Laws (Sort Of)
The silver rift didn't just open; it glided into existence with the silent, predatory elegance of a luxury sedan’s soft-close door. Unlike the chaotic, lotus-shaped explosion that had heralded the arrival of Doni’s aunties, this portal was a shimmering vertical line of pure, high-maintenance moonlight. It smelled of expensive French perfume, freshly minted banknotes, and the kind of cold, calculated disappointment that only comes from a family with a triple-digit Wikipedia entry. Doni, still huddled behind his semi-sentient napping cloud, felt his "Pure Luck" skill go from a gentle hum to a full-blown siren. He watched as a pair of stiletto heels—sharper than a high-level assassin’s blade and definitely more expensive—stepped onto the celestial grass. The person attached to those heels was Ibu Ratna, Dona’s mother. She was draped in a batik kebaya so intricate it looked like it had been woven by spiders on a diet of liquid silk and ambition. Behind her stood a cadre of relatives who r
Chapter 72 : The W******p Group of Doom
The immediate aftermath of the confrontation between the two families felt like a ceasefire in the middle of a thunderstorm. The violet lightning had ceased to strike the floating islands of the Infinite Garden of Slumber, but the air remained ionized, thick with the scent of ozone and expensive jasmine tea. Doni lay sprawled on his King Size sofa, his limbs feeling like lead weights. He had used a significant amount of his Slacker Energy to shout everyone into silence, and now, the inevitable "Low Battery" feeling was washing over him. He just wanted the silence to last. He wanted the universe to stop vibrating, just for an hour, so he could sink into the oblivion of a dreamless nap.But silence, in the presence of his mother and her extended family, was never truly empty. it was merely a vacuum waiting to be filled with something far more terrifying than a roar.The sound started small. A sharp, high-pitched ping. Then another. Ping. Ping-ping. Brrr-ping!Doni’s smartphone, which he
Chapter 73 : Muting the Universe
The heat emanating from the smartphone in Doni’s hand was no longer a mere byproduct of an overworked processor; it was the thermal signature of a collapsing star. Every time the screen flashed with a new notification, a pulse of white-hot social obligation surged through his palms, vibrating up his arms and rattling his very soul. The Infinite Garden of Slumber, once a bastion of stagnant peace, was now the epicenter of a localized gravitational anomaly. The grass beneath Doni’s feet had been pulverized into a fine, glowing dust, and the crater housing his phone had widened, its edges glowing with a sickly violet light that mirrored the intensity of the family group chat."Doni! Look at me when I’m talking to you! Don't you dare look away from that screen!" Ibu Doni shouted, her voice cutting through the localized hurricane of digital pings. She was standing at the edge of the rift, her hair perfectly coiffed despite the wind speed, her wooden spatula glowing like a divine scepter. "
Chapter 74 : Arisan of the Ancients
The sky didn’t just crack; it unzipped. The indigo fabric of the Infinite Garden of Slumber peeled away like old wallpaper, revealing a void that smelled intensely of lavender-scented mothballs and stale jasmine tea. Doni stood his ground, though his knees felt like they were made of overcooked agar-agar. His thumb was still pressed against the shattered screen of his phone, the "Mute" icon glowing with a defiant, neon-blue light. It was the mark of a heretic, a digital middle finger pointed directly at the face of a cosmic matriarchy."You’ve really done it now, Mas," Dona whispered, her voice trembling as she gripped her rattan stick. The green energy flowing through the wood was flickering, struggling to compete with the sheer density of the presence currently squeezing its way through the rift. "You didn't just mute a group chat. You muted her."A single, gargantuan orthopedic shoe—beige, sensible, and radiating a gravitational pull that made the nearby trees lean inward—stepped t
Chapter 75 : The Franchise Expands
The remains of the Heavenly Arisan’s glory were still scattered across the expanse of the Infinite Garden of Slumber, transforming the usually serene garden into a battlefield of plastic plates and tinned cracker crumbs. The faint scent of star rendang still hung in the air, mingling with the aroma of eucalyptus oil that seemed to have permanently seeped into the molecular structure of the clouds above. Doni lay sprawled on his King-Sized sofa, his eyes staring blankly at the sky, which was now a steady cream color—a shade chosen by the Aunties because they deemed it "calm and not headache-inducing."In a corner of the garden, the swarm of Aunties was performing the most dreaded parting ritual in the history of the multiverse: the leftover food distribution session. The sound of gold bangles clinking on Auntie Lastri’s wrist sounded like the ticking of a clock leading to an execution."Lastri, don't take all the rendang! Give some to Lady Ratna so she knows what real village cooking ta
Chapter 76 : Kidnapped by the Sigma-Bros
Doni truly felt that his life had reached its softest and oiliest rock bottom. Inside the The Golden Nugget costume, which was nearly ten centimeters thick, he felt like a piece of processed meat being steamed alive in a velvet oven. The costume wasn't just plush; it featured a contractual locking system that made the zipper on his back untouchable by ordinary human hands. He was trapped in an existence as a giant fried mascot."Seriously, bro, you look like a sofa pillow having an identity crisis," Dona remarked, a lingering laugh on her lips as she watched Doni struggle to roll over just to change his reclining position."Dona, you'd better find a way to open this zipper instead of laughing at my dignity being deep-fried," Doni grumbled from inside the costume's face hole. His voice sounded muffled, as if he were speaking from beneath a pile of blankets. "I need sleep, but this costume makes me feel like I’m being hugged by a sweaty giant."Doni finally gave up and let himself spraw
Chapter 77 : Dimension X: 3 AM Ice Baths
The air didn't just vibrate; it screamed with the piercing, high-frequency pitch of a thousand electronic alarms synced to the exact millisecond of three o’clock in the morning. Doni didn’t wake up so much as he was violently jolted back into a reality that smelled of industrial-strength bleach and overheated espresso beans. His eyelids felt like they were glued shut with the crust of a thousand missed naps, but the Dimension X security protocols weren't interested in his biological needs. Above his head, a holographic ticker tape scrolled in aggressive, blood-red letters: SLEEP IS THE COUSIN OF BANKRUPTCY. WAKE UP AND SCALE!"Mas Doni, if you do not open your eyes in three seconds, the pod will initiate the 'Urgency Stimulus' protocol," a metallic, overly enthusiastic voice boomed from the walls. It was the voice of a man who clearly enjoyed his job way too much—a voice that probably belonged to someone who did burpees during his lunch break and unironically used the word 'synergy' i
Chapter 78 : Poisoning the Crypto-God
The Standing Desk Cage was a masterpiece of architectural cruelty, designed by a mind that viewed the concept of a spinal column as an inefficient design flaw. There were no bars, only high-frequency laser grids that pulsed with a nauseating neon green light, vibrating at a frequency specifically tuned to prevent the human brain from achieving a state of tranquility. The air was thick and dry, tasting of recycled oxygen, burnt silicon, and the desperate, metallic tang of ten thousand men who had replaced their blood with high-grade espresso. Doni stood in the center of this cubic nightmare, his Golden Nugget suit dripping icy water onto the vibrating floor, making him look like a very expensive, very miserable piece of tempura that had been left out in a thunderstorm.Every time Doni tried to lean against the shimmering laser walls, a localized sensor would detect the shift in his weight and emit a sharp, electronic chirp that sounded like a robotic cricket with a grudge. "Mas Doni, y
Chapter 79 : The Stealth-Bed Rescue Mission
The hull of the HMS Cloud-Nine groaned, not from the structural pressure of the interdimensional void, but because Malphas had just shifted his weight. The former God of Effort, now reborn as a gardener with biceps the size of prize-winning watermelons, was currently leaning against a bulkhead made of reinforced memory foam. He wiped a bead of sweat from his brow, his skin glistening with the sheen of someone who had spent the last seventy-two hours performing "movement meditation" with heavy rocks."Careful, Pak Malphas," Kaelen muttered, his fingers dancing across a control panel that looked suspiciously like a series of remote controls taped to a headboard. "If you puncture the ticking, we lose cabin pressure, and I really don't want to find out what happens to high-thread-count Egyptian cotton in a vacuum."Dona stood at the prow—or rather, the edge of the mattress—her eyes fixed on the swirling neon abyss ahead. She was gripped by a cold, sharp fury that even her best rattan stic
Chapter 80 : Attack of the Blockchain Dragons
The HMS Cloud-Nine bucked like a startled stallion, its memory foam deck undulating in a way that made the very concept of "stable ground" feel like a distant, cruel memory. Doni, still trapped inside the sweat-soaked, soggy velvet of the Golden Nugget suit, rolled across the Egyptian-cotton fitted sheet like a golden boulder. He slammed into the padded headboard, letting out a muffled groan that was half-suffocation and half-annoyance. Around them, the Hustle-Verse wasn't just collapsing; it was de-fragmenting, the sky turning into a jagged patchwork of monochrome static and neon-blue "Error 404" windows. "Kaelen! Keep this thing steady!" Dona screamed, her legs wide apart as she braced herself against the mattress’s bolster. She gripped her rattan stick so tightly that the emerald veins within the wood pulsed with a rhythmic, angry light. "If we fall into the abyss, I’m holding you personally responsible for the funeral arrangements!" "I’m trying, Mbak! I’m really trying!" Kaele