Lying-Flat Society

"How could something this strange have appeared?"

The scruffy uncle held the corpse of the Monk, an entity that indiscriminately exterminated all informational lifeforms in dimensional worlds, in one hand. His lifeless eyes beneath dark circles held a bewilderment and disbelief unlike anything he usually showed.

"A test from an official member of the Lying-Flat Society? No, that can't be right. The Lying-Flat Society wouldn't have something like a test."

"Other than that slacker who gave me this business card, I still haven't met a second member of the Lying-Flat Society. Those lazy bastards are practically dragons in a garage."

As its name suggested, the Lying-Flat Society was a super organization formed by a group of people who loved lying flat.

Its members were incredibly powerful. Even the weakest external member, like the scruffy uncle, possessed power that surpassed a single dimensional world and stood above Endless Dimensional World.

Yet they lacked the drive of those ambitious powerhouses in traditional worlds, who wanted nothing more than to become stronger.

They neither fought and schemed all day, nor encouraged one another to improve together.

They had no particular ideals or goals they wished to fulfill. They were lazy slackers whose willpower was weaker even than that of ordinary people who persevered in striving upward.

If they had not wielded the immensely powerful strength in their hands, these people would probably have starved themselves to death.

Ah, there were stronger people in the world, and countless questions remained unanswered. So what?

What the hell did it have to do with me? What the hell did it have to do with you? These eight words were the creed of every member of the Lying-Flat Society.

Most people who lay flat in ordinary worlds were forced into it. They lay down because they realized