The Laziest Archmage

Asterion’s first life had dragged on for far too long.

From the very first System prompt, Asterion was put through the wringer. He learned alien languages, mastered unknown magic, and fought monsters, men, and even a literal goddess.

Watching his comrades fall one by one, Asterion faced the Dark Lady at the bitter end with a single thought: I quit.

To guarantee it, he cast a self-destruction spell meant to take out both the Dark Lady and himself.

So… why was he alive? 

He just wanted to freaking rest. Why did shit keep happening to him? No, he could just go back to sleep. With the legendary loot in his inventory, taking a permanent nap wouldn’t even be that hard.

Except some fancy new magic academy built on the 1st floor of the labyrinth had straight-up stolen his legendary relics and was using them to power their campus.

And students kept falling through random wormholes into his lap. But these dungeon fodder were mad.

“L-Lord A-Asterion, did you e-enjoy your meal today? Are there any other Earth dishes I can make for you next time?”

“Master Asterion! I’ve developed a new venomous plant just for you!”

And in a deeper core of the Abyss, an ancient entity was slowly rumbling.

Perhaps there was a reason he had been revived.

Who knew trying to be a lazy deadbeat would take this much work?

Whatever.

For now, he was going to focus on making a cozy labyrinth.