The town bell kept ringing like crazy.People shouted, kids cried, hunters ran through the streets carrying weapons and armor.
"Everyone to the north gate!" a guard yelled. "Evacuate the civilians! The horde is coming!"
The whole town moved in chaos—except for one person.
Inside Lyria's rented house, Pramit rolled on the couch, covering his ears with a pillow.
"So noisy… how is a guy supposed to sleep in this town…"
Lyria rushed past him, strapping her quiver and checking her bow."Pramit! Get up! The town is in danger!"
He opened one eye slowly. "Did the monster pay rent or something?"
Lyria almost dropped her bow. "What—no! A monster horde! They'll crush the whole town if we don't fight back!"
He yawned. "Hmm… sounds serious. Wake me up when they reach the door."
Lyria glared. "You're unbelievable!"
The monster horde had reached the outskirts of town. Hunters shouted, townsfolk screamed, and arrows flew everywhere. Panic reigned supreme.
Meanwhile, Pramit lay sprawled on the couch in Lyria's rented house, completely oblivious.
"Too noisy… can't sleep…" he mumbled, hugging his pillow.
Outside, a group of goblins leapt into the streets, chasing civilians. Hunters fired arrows, but the monsters advanced relentlessly.
Suddenly, a small tremor ran through the ground. A few goblins tripped and fell face-first.
Pramit turned in his sleep, his hand twitching.Without conscious thought, earth magic surged from his palm: a section of road lifted, throwing monsters into piles of hay and overturned carts.
A fireball erupted from nowhere, incinerating a small group of goblins. The town guard screamed in surprise:
"What the—?! Where did that come from?!"
More monsters charged. Pramit yawned and rolled over again. His leg kicked unconsciously, creating another shockwave that sent a dozen more goblins tumbling into the river.
Even the hunters were dumbfounded.
"Who… who's doing this magic?""I didn't see anyone!"
Lyria returned to check the streets and gasped. The horde was retreating, terrified and battered. Smoke curled from the burned streets, goblins yowled in pain, and the town had survived… with almost no one hurt.
She looked back toward the house. Pramit was still deep asleep on the couch, snoring gently.
"Huh… maybe it was… some unknown protector?" she whispered.
The townsfolk called it a miracle, the hunters swore it was an invisible hero, and the spy from earlier faintly wrote frantic notes about a "ghost attacker."
Meanwhile, Pramit shifted in his sleep.
"Mmm… five more minutes…"
And no one, not a single person, knew that the lazy boy had saved the town… entirely by accident.
The morning after the horde attack, the town was buzzing with chatter.
"Did anyone see who saved us?""I swear a ghost appeared and fought those monsters!""It was magic… but no one was there!"
Hunters and townsfolk alike were confused. The streets were littered with scorched marks, toppled carts, and burned hay — all signs of incredible power, yet no one claimed responsibility.
Inside the rented house, Pramit yawned and stretched on the couch.
"Mmm… what a noisy dream…"
Lyria walked past him, bow in hand, still shaken from the previous night.
"Pramit! Did you do anything last night?!"
Pramit blinked slowly. "Huh? I was asleep… why?"
She stared at him, aghast. "The entire town survived because of someone's magic! You don't remember?!"
Pramit shrugged lazily.
"Maybe in my dream… I think I kicked something…"
Lyria groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"You—! Impossible. You're completely useless!"
At the Guild, Guild Master Roland read reports from his scouts.
"Hundreds of monsters… defeated… but no one saw a hero?" he muttered."Yes, sir," one scout replied. "No one even noticed anyone fighting. It's like… the horde was scared of itself."
Roland's eyes narrowed. "Strange. Very strange. Keep monitoring that boy, Lyria. Something about him isn't normal."
Meanwhile, Pramit rolled over on the couch, hugging his blanket.
"Too bright… too loud… five more minutes…"
Outside, townsfolk whispered nervously about the "invisible savior" who had protected them. Hunters debated theories: a hidden mage? A wandering spirit? Even a god?
No one suspected the sleeping boy on the couch.
And so, the lazy hero's legend quietly began — without anyone knowing it was entirely accidental.