The Laziest God Mortal Reincarnation

(Valerian Alzette’s POV)

The meeting ended far sooner than I had expected. Even with Duke Relawear himself present, our discussion about the captured beastkin lasted barely half an hour. They were found just a few kilometres from here, a detail that should have kept my attention rooted in strategy and precaution.

But as I stepped out of the hall, my thoughts drifted immediately to my disciple.

Two years.

It had been two years since I began teaching him, and each day he continued to surpass every expectation I had.

I often wondered if the other four SSS‑potential children of his generation were the same.

Were they as exceptional... or as peculiar as him?

A smile tugged at my lips at the thought of him clutching his pillow, face buried into it, grumbling about lost sleep. Despite his tireless growth and effort, he never once hid his lazy habits or his love for dreaming.

Over time, I realized he wasn’t truly lazy, he simply loved sleep in a way few could understand.

I could almost picture his expression when Izabella told him that tonight’s training had been cancelled.

Perhaps I should surprise him with a new lesson now. The thought amused me enough that I changed my path, heading toward his tent rather than my own quarters.

But when I arrived, I froze.

The tent was empty.

"Impossible... he isn’t in his bed?" I muttered under my breath, a rare unease coiling in my chest.

Before I could even question it further, an immense surge of mana rippled through the air. My head snapped up immediately, instincts honed over decades igniting in an instant.

It was coming from my own tent.

Enemy attack?

Without hesitation, I dashed toward it, my senses reaching out to gauge the threat.

Behind me, I felt the powerful presence of Duke Relawear and the other officials converging on the same point.

The mana signature was unmistakable, two individuals were inside.

One of them...

My heart lurched.

It was his mana.

My disciple.

Then, the raw surge of energy compressed suddenly, focusing into one singular point. Recognition slammed into me like a hammer.

A teleportation artifact.

"No!" I roared internally, pouring everything into my sprint.

I burst into the tent just as the last trace of mana flickered out. The air shimmered, and then stilled. Their presence was gone. Completely erased as if they had never been here.

My chest tightened, a cold dread settling in as Duke Relawear and the others surrounded the space.

My mind was filled with nothing but worry and rising fear.

"Duke Vortex is going to kill me..."

***

Alash Vortex’s POV

The first thing I felt was the weightlessness.

No ground beneath my feet. No pillow under my head. No familiar scent of herbs, parchment, or the soft linen of my tent.

Only the strange, disorienting lightness of a body suspended in emptiness.

Then, slowly, sensation trickled back to me.

The cool brush of air against my skin. The faint rustle of leaves carried on a distant breeze.

A smell, fresh, earthy, and tinged with the subtle sweetness of blooming flowers.

I opened my eyes, and the world swam into view.

Above me, a wooden ceiling stretched overhead, its panels rough-hewn and dark with age.

Sunlight filtered through small gaps, painting soft lines of gold on the floor. My gaze drifted to the side, where a narrow window framed a view of branches and leaves swaying gently in the wind.

For a few long seconds, I simply stared.

Then the memory hit me.

The beastkin.

The teleportation artifact.

The crushing darkness.

I jolted upright, my breath catching in my throat as I scanned the room. My heart pounded as I searched for movement, for any hint of danger, for the tiger‑striped intruder who had dragged me here.

But the room was empty.

Only then did I notice the difference in my own body. My limbs felt lighter, unburdened.

I glanced down and realized the weighted bracelets, the eternal chains of my midnight training, were gone. My wrists and ankles were free for the first time in two years.

I flexed my fingers, feeling the strange absence of their familiar pull, and a wave of unease rippled through me.

The bed beneath me was simple but comfortable, the mattress firm yet warm. A soft blanket covered my lap, its texture smooth against my fingers. It was... nice. Almost too nice.

I shook my head, forcing my thoughts to focus.

’No. I can’t get distracted. I need to understand where I am.’

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, my bare feet touching the wooden floor. The boards were cool against my skin, grounding me in this unfamiliar reality.

The room was small but tidy. A single wooden table stood in the corner, bearing a plain clay cup of water.

The window opposite the bed revealed a dense forest outside, the branches close enough that I could almost touch them if I leaned out.

I rose carefully, taking slow steps toward the window. Each movement was quiet, measured, my senses straining for any sign of life.

Peering outside, I saw nothing but trees and leaves, the forest stretching endlessly in every direction.

Birds flitted between the branches, their soft songs carried by the wind. There were no signs of soldiers, camps, or even beastkin warriors.

A quiet, uneasy thought crept into my mind: ’Was I... taken to their territory?’

I exhaled slowly, gripping the windowsill as I let my gaze sweep the room once more. No traps. No footprints. No blood. Nothing but the soft hum of nature beyond the thin wooden walls.

And for a fleeting moment, I wondered if this was all just a dream.

But the steady beat of my heart, the solid floor beneath my feet, and the faint taste of fear on my tongue told me otherwise.

This was real.

And I was alone.

I stared at my reflection faintly mirrored in the window’s glass, my silver hair catching the light, and whispered to myself, "System... what do I do now?"

The familiar voice resonated quietly in my mind.

[First, Host... you survive]

"Thanks... I guess. Do you know what happened?"

[Your barrier disrupted the teleportation artifact completely, causing only you and the beastkin to be teleported instead of everyone within a one‑kilometre radius.]

[Moreover, the teleportation did not send you to the intended location]

[Instead, both of you were hurled into a random place]

[The damaged teleportation process tore through your bodies, leaving both you and the beastkin severely injured upon arrival]

I carefully examined my physical condition. "But I’m not injured."

[An old woman beastkin healed you completely before bringing you here]

[You have been unconscious for three days, yet she had devoted herself entirely to your care]

I froze in place, the weight of the system’s words settling over me like a thick, unseen fog. My thoughts tangled into knots, each one pulling tighter than the last.

Three days.

Three whole days I had vanished from the world I knew, three days where my master, the healers, and the soldiers at the border must have been searching, wondering, or fearing the worst.

I didn’t know how to react.

My fingers tightened around the windowsill, the cool wood grounding me as I stared out into the swaying forest beyond.

Sunlight flickered through the leaves, warm and gentle, yet it felt distant, so far removed from the quiet storm in my chest.

A beastkin had healed me.

Saved me, even.

The very race that had spent years waging war against my kingdom had cradled my fragile, unconscious body and nursed me back to life.

I wanted to feel gratitude, but unease knotted in my stomach instead.

I wanted to feel anger, but there was none to be found.

All that came to the surface was a confused, hollow uncertainty.

"Wait... what about the tiger‑striped beastkin?"

[She killed him immediately and without hesitation]

This just brought more questions to the unanswered one.

Why did she save me?

Why did she kill the beastkin that brought me here?

Why bring me here and care for me instead of finishing me, a human, a race that is at war with her race?

The soft voice of the system broke the silence, steady and sure in my mind.

[Host, indecision will not protect you. Take a breath. Regain your composure. Observe, learn, and survive]

I exhaled shakily, closing my eyes for a moment, letting the muted sounds of the forest seep into me. The rustle of leaves. The distant call of a bird. The faint creak of wood under the breeze.

Slowly, I allowed my heartbeat to settle.

Survival first. Answers later.

I opened my eyes, my silver hair catching in the sunlight as I whispered to myself, "Alright... I’ll start by finding out where I am."