The Lazy Genius With 999x System

Jay's foot touched the ground, and the world jerked.

Like a scratched disc in an ancient video game, the academy courtyard stuttered. Stone tiles shifted half a step to the left, birds mid-flight froze in place, and System panels across the air distorted with crackling static.

Executioner Venn didn't blink.

"You've adapted well," he said flatly. "But glitches are meant to be purged."

He raised a single hand, and dozens of red cubes—System Kill Nodes—materialized midair. Designed to shut down rogue systems, each one pulsed with forbidden code that no artificial interface should survive.

> [ALERT: Hostile Debug Protocol Detected.]

[System Reaction: Passive Immunity Engaged.]

Jay yawned, loud and slow.

"I was dreaming of ramen," he muttered. "Now I have to deal with this."

The first wave of cubes shot toward him like homing missiles. A normal user would be annihilated before they could blink.

Jay sneezed.

And they missed.

> [Congratulations! You've unintentionally dodged a high-level System Purge. +999 Luck. Unlocking new passive: "Disruption Aura – Reality Slightly Bends To Avoid Your Effort."]

Venn's eye twitched beneath the mask.

"I see," he murmured. "You aren't just a system glitch. You're a logic error. A paradox."

Jay looked almost disappointed. "You're saying I'm not even a proper bug?"

Behind them, Alicia gasped—freed from the time stasis by the sheer instability of Jay's awakening presence. The sky above shimmered with digital tears, ancient code bleeding through like divine graffiti.

Jay didn't advance.

He just stared at Venn.

"Tell me," he asked. "Why was I labeled Subject 03-999?"

Venn paused. That hesitation said more than words ever could.

"…You really don't remember?" he said, voice lower now. "Then you were reset deeper than I thought. They didn't just wipe your logs. They erased your whole purpose."

Jay's heart skipped. Not out of fear—but curiosity.

> [Memory Access Request Approved: Unsealing Locked Fragment—'Project Slumbermind']

A flicker of images flooded Jay's vision: test tubes, doctors screaming, a boy strapped to a chair with zero emotion. In the background, a shadowed figure said:

> "If we can't create the perfect hero, we'll simulate one. One who wins not by struggle… but by doing nothing at all."

Jay clutched his temple, staggered—but smiling.

"Oh," he said softly. "So that's what I was. A science experiment in sloth."

Venn stepped forward. "And now you're a threat."

Jay grinned wider. "No. I'm the result."

Then the sky cracked open.