Please Let Me Live a Lazy Life!

The world spun, a dizzying kaleidoscope of colors and then… nothing. Maki Tanaka, a man whose greatest ambition was to achieve peak laziness, found himself inexplicably alive, albeit significantly smaller. He sat in a plush chair, hands comically tiny, as a towering man with sharp features and even sharper words lectured him. This wasn’t his home, and this certainly wasn't his father. The scent of foreign spices replaced his mother's familiar lavender, and the man’s voice, though understood, was distinctly alien.

He was Thomas, a child of the prestigious Rosetta lineage, and apparently, a colossal disappointment. A report card full of Bs, a 'five-tier' magic potential, and not a trace of magical talent were the charges. Tanaka just wanted to sleep. But first, he needed to find his bed. That, he quickly discovered, was a surprisingly strenuous endeavor in this ridiculously large mansion.