All Chapters of The Idle God of Eternal Sloth : Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
11 chapters
Chapter 1: The Art of Doing Nothing
The velvet chair at Café de la Paix felt like a cloud. Nicolás let his head loll back against the plush upholstery. He sighed, the sound lost in the ambient clatter of porcelain and the murmur of high society gossip. Life in his previous existence had been a relentless treadmill of unpaid bills and cold ramen. In this life, he had discovered the ultimate cheat code. He did not need to swing a sword or chant archaic spells like the arrogant idiots who populated this city. He just needed to exist.A blue translucent box shimmered into view before his eyes, visible only to him.[Idle God System Active][Status: Sleeping / Sitting / Breathing][XP Gained: 5,000,000][Current Level: 99]Nicolás stifled a yawn. Five million points for a nap. It was almost too easy. He watched a businessman in a tailored suit walk past, chest puffed out with the pride of a Level 12 Awakener. The man probably spent eighteen hours a day in a gravity chamber to achieve that meager power. Nicolás adjusted his po
Chapter 2: A Flick of a God's Finger
The blinding flash of violet fire collided with a barrier that did not exist a second ago. Nicolás didn't even raise his hand. He simply exhaled. A translucent ripple, shimmering like heat haze over asphalt, bloomed outward from his body. The dark fire hit the ripple and vanished as if it had been swallowed by a hungry void. Not a single spark touched the table. The coffee in his cup remained perfectly still.Renata gasped, her body pressed so tightly against his that she could feel the steady, infuriatingly calm thud of his heart. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with bewilderment. He was still holding his half-eaten croissant in one hand, the other resting firmly on her hip as if they were dancing in a ballroom rather than standing in a slaughterhouse."You are not human," Renata whispered, her voice barely audible over the crackling energy outside the shield."I am a man who prefers his mornings quiet," Nicolás replied. He took another bite of his pastry and chewed slowly. "You
Chapter 3: The Heiress's Proposal
Mateo didn't even blink. He tilted his head, his golden eyes narrowing behind his spectacles. The glowing cane in his hand pulsed, casting long, distorted shadows against the peeling wallpaper of the ruined cafe. He looked at the receipt in Nicolás's hand, then back up at his face with a look of pure, unadulterated confusion."A receipt?" Mateo asked, his voice dripping with venomous amusement. "You have seconds to live, you absolute buffoon, and you are worrying about a tab at a cafe that is currently being turned into a graveyard?"Nicolás sighed, the sound echoing through the stillness. He flicked the crumpled paper toward the floor with a bored expression. It fluttered down, landing neatly in a puddle of spilled espresso."You interrupted my caffeine intake, Mateo. That is a capital offense in my book," Nicolás said. He didn't take a defensive stance. He didn't even tense his muscles. He just stood there, hands in his pockets, looking like a man waiting for a bus that was running
Chapter 4: Lust and Lazy Mornings
The silence that followed Nicolás’s question was heavy enough to crush bones. The dozens of black-robed mages froze, their fingers twitching over their staves as they waited for a signal that never came. Nicolás didn't wait for them to decide. He shifted his weight, his hand still clamped firmly around Renata’s waist, and let out a long, exaggerated yawn that sounded like a tectonic plate grinding against the earth."I have reached my limit for social interaction today," Nicolás muttered, his eyes narrowing.He didn't make a grand gesture. He simply tapped the toe of his shoe against the cracked asphalt. A ring of golden light expanded from the point of impact, moving at the speed of a falling star. The mages didn't scream. They didn't even have time to blink. The light washed over them, and in a blink of an eye, they were simply gone, leaving behind nothing but the faint, lingering smell of ozone and the sound of the wind rushing into the vacuum they had occupied.Renata gasped, her
Chapter 5: The Rival's Gambit
Mateo stepped into the room with the grace of a predator stalking a wounded deer. He did not look like an assassin who had just been buried under a mountain of stone. His suit was pristine, the fabric smooth and free of dust. He held the crumpled café receipt between two fingers as if it were a rare artifact. He looked from Nicolás to the bed where Renata sat, her skin pale against the dark sheets."You really should have left that receipt in the trash, Nicolás," Mateo said, his voice a smooth, cold chime. "It has been quite a journey tracking the magical signature left behind by a man who treats reality like a personal sandbox. I must say, the mansion is lovely. A bit excessive for a playboy, though."Nicolás did not stand up. He remained sitting on the edge of the bed, his muscles relaxed, his eyes heavy with the kind of boredom that usually preceded a massacre. He reached out and grabbed a glass of water from the nightstand, taking a slow sip. He did not look at Mateo. He looked at
Chapter 6: Shadows in the Garden
The faceless entity tilted its head, the mirror-like surface of its visage rippling like disturbed water. Renata felt a primal scream rising in her throat, but the sheer intensity of the encroaching shadows stole her breath. Nicolás, the man who had effortlessly vaporized armies with a flick of his wrist, lay slumped against her chest like a discarded doll. The needle in his neck shimmered with a sickly, pulsating violet light that defied his system recovery."Nicolás, wake up!" Renata shrieked, shaking his shoulders. Her hands were slick with the cold, viscous sweat pouring from his skin. "This isn't funny anymore!"The mirrored entity stepped closer, its boots making no sound on the floorboards. It raised a slender hand, and the blades held by the surrounding shadows began to vibrate with a high-pitched frequency that shattered the nearby vanity mirror. Every shard of glass levitated, turning to face them like miniature daggers."The Idle God sleeps," the entity hummed. The voice wa
Chapter 7: Training the Heiress
Renata gripped the steering wheel so hard her knuckles turned white, her eyes darting between the road and the rearview mirror. The motorcycle riders fanned out like a lethal black tide, their obsidian chains whistling through the air with a sound that made the hair on her arms stand up. Nicolás stood atop the speeding sedan, his posture as calm as if he were waiting for a morning train. He didn't bother to draw a blade. He simply looked down at the swarm of assassins, his eyes glowing with that lazy, terrifying gold light."You really should have checked the weather report," Nicolás shouted over the roar of the wind.He didn't wait for a reply. He tapped his foot against the roof of the car, and the pavement beneath the approaching motorcycles buckled upward in a jagged wall of asphalt. Three bikes slammed into the sudden barrier, their riders catapulted into the night sky before they could even scream. Nicolás didn't look at them. He pointed a finger at the lead Vanguard member, and
Chapter 8: The Syndicate's Wrath
The metal carcass of the car screamed as it spiraled through the freezing night air, tearing through the canopy of ancient, jagged trees lining the bottom of the ravine. Nicolás did not panic. He braced his feet against the dashboard and reached over, wrapping his arm securely around Renata’s waist. He pulled her against his chest, shielding her face from the flying shards of glass and the twisted frame of the vehicle as they slammed into the damp, mossy earth. The impact was a bone-jarring symphony of metal on stone, a final, violent shudder that left the car embedded in the mud like a tombstone.Silence reclaimed the forest. The only sound was the hissing of steam from the shattered engine and the distant, mocking laughter of the wind through the pines. Renata gasped, her lungs burning, her body aching with a thousand bruises. She looked up at Nicolás. He was still holding her, his expression as calm as a summer afternoon, though his jacket was torn and his hair was dusted with dirt
Chapter 9: A Moment of Silence
The silence in the grand ballroom was not merely quiet. It was the heavy, suffocating pressure of a hundred elite nobles suddenly realizing that their lives were being held in the hands of a man who looked like he had spent the last hour crawling through a sewer. Nicolás shifted his weight, still cradling Renata against his chest. His mud-caked boots left dark, unsightly stains on the polished white marble floor. He looked at the rows of terrified Syndicate lords, then glanced down at his own ruined sleeves with a scowl."I am going to assume that the lack of an immediate response means the service here is as pathetic as your security measures," Nicolás muttered. He shifted Renata slightly, his fingers pressing firmly into the small of her back. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and an exhilarating, dangerous heat that he could feel radiating against his ribs. She tucked her head into his shoulder, her laughter bubbling out in a soft, frantic sound that drew
Chapter 10: Stepping Into the Light
Renata felt the gargoyle give way under her boots. Gravity seized them, pulling the pair down into the gaping maw of the abyss while the dragon’s hellish fire rained down like molten gold. Nicolás did not let go. Instead, he twisted his body in midair, shielding Renata with his own frame as they plummeted toward the jagged palace gardens below. His hand reached out, not toward the dragon, but toward his own pocket. He pulled out a crumpled, neon-glowing energy bar wrapper. He flicked it into the air.[System Ability: Kinetic Absorption Activated]The wrapper expanded into a shimmering, gelatinous dome of pure, solid force. It caught them seconds before they hit the manicured topiary. They bounced twice, the dome absorbing the catastrophic velocity, before they slid to a stop in the dirt. Nicolás stood up instantly, his hand still firmly clasped around Renata’s waist, pulling her upright with a grace that made the adrenaline in her blood feel like liquid heat. He looked up at the drago