Levi awoke to his first full morning after transmigrating.
The sunlight streamed through the cracks in the wooden window, landing perfectly on his face, warm and pleasant. The cries of seagulls drifted from afar, and the sound of waves continued its rhythmic repetition.
In his past life, his alarm clock would have rung three times already, and he would have to struggle out of bed, squeeze onto a sardine-can-like subway, and rush to that suffocating office building.
But now... He rolled over, burying his face in the simple pillow that smelled of fresh hay, letting out a satisfied sigh.
"Perfect."
Code, requirements, project managers... they could all go to hell.
His current life goal was only one: to embrace lying flat to the very end.
However, even the greatest ideals require the most basic material support.
For example, hunger.
"Grrrrr..."
An untimely rumble from his stomach broke his tranquility.
The taste of the Devil Fruit from yesterday still seemed to linger on his tongue, bringing a physiological aversion, but a stronger sense of emptiness urged him to do something.
"Troublesome..."
He was too lazy to even open his eyes, merely mumbling a complaint.
Moving was out of the question.
He would never actively seek food in this life.
Maintaining his slumped posture, he began to subconsciously yet intensely wish: "Hungry... food... fruit... fall down... into my hand..."
This thought was loose and lazy, not even a clear command, more like a daydreamed complaint.
Not far outside the window, there was a small tree with several edible-looking wild fruits hanging from its branches.
A gentle breeze blew, and a ripe fruit naturally detached, falling towards the ground.
But during its descent, its trajectory underwent an extremely subtle, unnatural deviation.
It didn't fall directly to the ground; instead, as if pulled by an invisible, lazy force, it rolled over the doorstep and stopped precisely beside his open palm.
Levi's fingers twitched, touching the cool, plump fruit.
He didn't even register that anything was amiss, merely thinking, "What good luck."
He painstakingly lifted his hand, brought the fruit to his mouth, and began to gnaw on it.
The sweet juice was barely enough to quell the emptiness in his stomach.
"Water..." After finishing the fruit, he felt thirsty again.
His gaze lazily fell upon an old wooden bucket in the room, which seemed to contain about half a bucket of clear water, with a wooden ladle beside it.
"Too far... too lazy to go over..."
This thought was a bit clearer than before, carrying a definite reluctance. He stared at the wooden ladle, a potent thought forming in his mind: "That distance is such a bother; if only it were closer."
A subtle miracle occurred.
The wooden ladle seemed to shake slightly, and then, the "space" where it was located seemed to subtly compress and wrinkle.
In Levi's vision, the sense of distance between the wooden ladle and him became blurry and strange, as if seen through frosted glass, or like looking through binoculars held backward—it seemed to be in its original spot, yet also felt within reach.
He tentatively reached out his hand.
His arm didn't lengthen, but it felt as if with an easy stretch, his fingertips touched the handle of the wooden ladle, and he effortlessly pulled it over.
Levi blinked, looking at the wooden ladle in his hand, then back at the seemingly unchanged wooden bucket.
"Oh?" His sluggish brain finally started working.
"Is this... making space 'too lazy' to stretch?"
It felt... not bad.
Having solved the most basic survival problems, his lazy soul was once again satisfied, so he contentedly lay back down, preparing to continue his morning nap.
But some minor troubles always lacked tact.
A gray-furred mouse, appearing from who-knew-where, sniffed the sweet scent of the wild fruit and scurried over, attempting to gnaw on the core that had fallen to the ground.
Its movements were minuscule, but to Levi's perception, which craved absolute silence, it was as jarring as the clang of gongs and drums.
"Noisy..." He frowned, too lazy to even utter a reprimand, as a strong wave of annoyance rose in his heart.
"So noisy... quiet... sleep..."
The mouse was happily gnawing when it suddenly paused, the cleverness in its small eyes quickly replaced by an intense drowsiness.
It swayed twice in place, then its head tilted, and it actually lay down beside the fruit core, emitting faint snores.
Silence was restored.
Levi's brows relaxed, as if nothing had happened.
In the afternoon, the weather suddenly changed, dark clouds gathered, and a heavy rain was imminent.
Raindrops as big as beans began to fall, making a pattering sound.
Levi's small wooden house had a somewhat dilapidated roof, and water started to seep through several cracks.
A cold drop of water was falling directly towards his forehead.
Just before the water drop was about to touch his skin, it seemed to hit an invisible, soft barrier.
The shape of the water drop twisted slightly, and its falling trajectory underwent an extremely tricky deviation, grazing his temple and landing on the dry grass beside him.
Following that, the second drop, the third drop... all raindrops attempting to "bother" him seemed to encounter an invisible slide, automatically bypassing the area where he was. A small patch around him remained eerily dry, while the surrounding ground was gradually becoming wet.
He merely smacked his lips in a hazy dream, unconsciously mumbling, "...leaky roof... so damp... leave me alone..."
And just like that, reality complied.
He ate and slept, slept and ate, occasionally using methods he hadn't even consciously controlled to resolve some trivial little troubles.
He didn't systematically cultivate or explore the boundaries of his abilities, because that was too tiring, too troublesome.
Everything happened so naturally, as if the world was meant to revolve around his "indolence."
After a few days, he even felt like he had... gained a little weight?
In the past few days, Levi had also figured out some basic information.
He had transmigrated to the year 1513 of the Sea Calendar, seven years before the Marineford War.
He transmigrated into the body of a 15-year-old orphan.
The location was a small island in the West Blue.
The town was called Maple Leaf Town, and it was quite lively. His body's previous occupant had done odd jobs and lived a simple, solitary life.
"Hmm..." One evening, as he lay on his dry straw mat, watching the afterglow of the sunset paint his small house golden, a thought flashed through his mind.
"Eating wild fruits all the time... it's getting a bit boring... if only there was something else... like roasted meat... that would be nice..."
No sooner had this thought arisen than he heard a wild beast's startled cry from a distance outside the house, followed by the sound of something heavy rolling down the hillside, and then silence quickly returned.
Levi listened intently, found nothing unusual, and then buried his head back down.
"Never mind... roasted meat requires making a fire... even more troublesome... fruits are better..."
He perfectly convinced himself and completely dismissed the troublesome thought of "improving his diet."
A new day, still beginning in lying flat, and ending in lying flat.
Days had lost their specific meaning for Levi.
Sunrise and sunset, ebb and flow of tides, were merely wallpapers looping in the background.
His life's core was highly unified and pure: remain still, minimize energy consumption, until eternity.
If there had to be any "activity," it was probably the occasional use of that seemingly instinctive "lazy power," making fruits roll to his hand, making clear water "shorten" its distance, and making noisy small animals fall asleep on the spot.
He used this power ignorantly and casually, completely unaware of the terror it represented, only treating it as a convenient little trick that came with transmigration, allowing him to lie down more comfortably.
He was even too lazy to think about the specific principles and boundaries of this ability—thinking itself was a hassle.
He still knew nothing about this New World, and was too lazy to learn.
As long as trouble didn't come looking for him, he was willing to lie like this until the end of the world.
Unbeknownst to him, a large ship was rapidly approaching Levi's small town.
The ship flew a pirate flag, emblazoned with a black shark, looking very ferocious.