Two weeks had passed since Allen arrived in this world. A lot had happened—Hera had approached him with an offer to align with Olympus, and he had even been invited to Mount Olympus, which, for some reason, was located at the bottom of the sea in Atlantis. But honestly, it was all pretty boring to talk about it, so let's just skip it.

Right now, Allen was living his life the way he enjoyed most—lazily. He spent his days at the villa with his two women, enjoying a routine that made him feel like a homebody who had no interest in stepping outside. The three goddesses who had decided to crash at his place—Hera, Aphrodite, and Athena—were slowly getting influenced by his habits as well. At first, they had responsibilities and duties to tend to, but now? They were just as lazy as he was, lounging around and enjoying the peaceful life in his villa.

And so, in the middle of this very important business of doing nothing, the villa's doorbell rang.

Allen lazily glanced toward the entrance but made no effort to move. Instead, Tiamat, who had naturally assumed the role of the household's maid, walked over and opened the door.

On the other side stood two familiar figures—Demeter, with her golden hair shimmering under the sunlight, and beside her, a younger woman with soft features and a reserved expression—Persephone.

"Oh?" Allen raised an eyebrow from his spot on the couch. "Unexpected guests."

Hera, who was sitting beside him, let out a small huff but said nothing. Aphrodite smirked in amusement, clearly intrigued by the new arrivals.

Without waiting for an invitation, Demeter stepped inside with the confidence of someone who had been here before. Persephone hesitated slightly, her violet eyes flickering around the villa before cautiously following her mother inside.

"Sorry to drop by unannounced, Allen," Demeter said casually. "But I have some business with you."

Allen leaned forward just a bit, resting his arm on his knee as he smirked. "Business, huh? Official matters? Or just an excuse to join the laziness?"

Persephone blinked in surprise at his blunt response, while Demeter chuckled. "A little of both."

Allen let out a light laugh. "Well then, welcome to the temple of procrastination. Feel free to make yourselves at home."

Demeter made herself comfortable without hesitation, casually taking a seat on one of the lounge chairs as if she belonged there. Persephone, on the other hand, remained standing near the entrance, her posture stiff as she glanced between the other women in the room.

Tiamat closed the door behind them and quietly returned to Allen's side, taking her usual spot behind the couch.

Allen leaned back, stretching his arms before resting them behind his head. "So, what's this business you mentioned?"

Demeter smirked. "Straight to the point, huh? Well, let's just say there are some… discussions happening in Olympus about you."

Hera sighed, clearly already aware of what Demeter was talking about. Aphrodite, however, seemed mildly amused.

"Discussions?" Allen repeated, raising an eyebrow. "That sounds like a fancy way of saying people are either really interested in me or really annoyed by me."

"Both," Demeter admitted with a chuckle. "Some of the gods are still skeptical about you, especially since you're an unaligned deity with no real ties to Olympus. And then there's the fact that Hera, Aphrodite, and Athena are staying here with you. It's causing quite a stir."

Allen smirked. "Let them talk. It's not like I care what they think."

Persephone, who had been quiet up until now, finally spoke, her voice soft but clear. "You should care, at least a little. The gods of Olympus aren't exactly known for being reasonable. If enough of them see you as a threat…"

Allen turned his gaze toward her, intrigued. Unlike her mother, Persephone's demeanor was more reserved, almost cautious. She didn't seem as comfortable as Demeter, but she wasn't openly hostile either.

"Is that why you came here?" Allen asked. "To warn me?"

Persephone hesitated, then nodded. "I… I thought you should know."

Allen studied her for a moment before his lips curved into a playful grin. "I appreciate the concern. But I'm not exactly the type to worry about what the Olympians think. If they want to see me as a problem, that's their choice."

Demeter rolled her eyes. "Of course, you'd say that. But it wouldn't hurt to at least consider how you want to handle things. Especially if certain Machine Gods start paying attention."

Allen's smile didn't waver, but his eyes sharpened slightly. "Ah, so that's what this is really about."

Hera, who had been listening quietly, finally spoke. "Some of the Machine Gods don't trust you, Allen. They think you're hiding something."

Allen let out a chuckle. "Well, they're not wrong. I am hiding plenty of things."

Aphrodite laughed at that, clearly entertained. "You're not even going to deny it?"

"Why would I?" Allen stretched again, exuding confidence. "If they want to be suspicious, let them. But I'm not going to waste my time proving anything to them."

Demeter sighed. "You really are impossible."

Allen smirked. "And yet, you still came all the way here to talk to me."

Demeter crossed her arms, unable to argue with that.

Meanwhile, Persephone finally moved away from the entrance, cautiously taking a seat beside her mother. Despite her initial hesitation, she was beginning to relax—if only a little.

Aphrodite leaned toward Allen, resting her chin on her hand. "So? What's your plan, oh wise and lazy one?"

Allen grinned. "Same as always. I'll deal with things if they actually become a problem. Until then… I'm going to enjoy my peaceful life."

Demeter shook her head, though there was amusement in her eyes. "You're either a genius or an idiot."

Allen laughed. "Isn't it obvious that I'm handsome, I mean I'm a genius!"

Persephone blinked, clearly not used to someone so shameless and relaxed about Olympus' politics. She glanced at her mother, then at Hera and Aphrodite, who didn't seem the least bit concerned.

Maybe… it really was okay to let go of her worries—just for a little while.

Demeter sighed. "Fine. If you're going to be this carefree, then I might as well take advantage of it." But when he said he was handsome, she thought that this guy really didn't have any shame.

Allen just noded. "That's the spirit. Welcome to the lazy side."

And just like that, the villa gained two more unexpected guests—who, whether they realized it or not, were already getting caught up in Allen's way of life.

.....

Demeter leaned back in her seat, exhaling as if she had just set down a heavy burden. "I have to admit… this place has a certain charm to it."

Allen smirked. "That's just the effect of doing absolutely nothing. Give it a few hours, and you'll start wondering why you ever bothered with responsibilities in the first place."

Aphrodite chuckled, stretching like a cat. "He's not wrong. Ever since I started staying here, I've been questioning why I ever wasted energy on Olympus' nonsense."

Hera shot her a look but didn't argue. Even she had started to settle into the villa's relaxed atmosphere, though she would never openly admit it.

Persephone, meanwhile, was still adjusting. She sat rigidly beside Demeter, her fingers gripping the edge of her dress as she cautiously glanced around. "So… this is where you all live now?"

"More like where we exist," Allen corrected with a lazy grin. "Living implies effort."

Demeter gave him a dry look. "You know, some might call that irresponsible."

Allen shrugged. "And yet, here you are."

Demeter sighed, shaking her head in amusement. "Fair point."

Persephone, however, still seemed unsure. She shifted in her seat, looking at her mother. "We're really staying here?"

Demeter smirked. "Why not? Allen seems happy to let goddesses freeload in his home, and I could use a break from Olympus' nonsense."

Persephone hesitated, her fingers tightening slightly. "But… it feels strange. Like we're avoiding something important."

Allen tilted his head, observing her carefully. Unlike Demeter, who had fully embraced the idea of taking it easy, Persephone still carried a weight on her shoulders. He could see it in the way she held herself, in the uncertainty in her eyes.

He smiled. "You're overthinking it. There's nothing wrong with taking a break, you know."

Persephone glanced at him, then quickly looked away. "I… suppose."

Aphrodite smirked. "Don't worry, dear. Give it some time, and you'll end up just like the rest of us—wondering why you ever cared about anything."

Persephone looked mildly horrified at the idea.

Allen laughed. "She's exaggerating. Mostly."

Demeter chuckled, watching her daughter's conflicted expression. "Relax, Persephone. Just treat this as a temporary retreat. If you really feel the need to go back, no one's stopping you."

Persephone nodded slowly, though she still seemed uncertain.

Allen stretched and stood up. "Well, since you're our newest guests, why don't I show you around?"

Demeter raised an eyebrow. "You're actually willing to move?"

Allen smirked. "Hey, I'm not completely useless."

Aphrodite leaned back, clearly having no intention of joining. "You three go ahead. I'm too comfortable right now."

Hera simply waved them off, already picking up a book to read.

Allen led Demeter and Persephone through the villa, showing them the various rooms—though there honestly wasn't much to see. The villa was spacious but cozy, designed more for comfort than grandeur. The most impressive part was probably the view—an endless stretch of the ocean, visible from nearly every room.

"Pick whatever room you want," Allen said lazily. "Tiamat will probably make sure you have everything you need."

At the mention of her name, Tiamat, who had been silently following them, nodded obediently.

Demeter smirked. "You really do have everything handled, don't you?"

Allen grinned. "Of course. Laziness takes planning."

Persephone, despite her lingering hesitation, found herself relaxing just a little.

....

As the day passed, Demeter quickly settled in, adapting to the villa's easygoing atmosphere with little resistance. It was as if she had been waiting for an excuse to step away from Olympus' constant power struggles.

Persephone, however, was still hesitant. She spent most of her time watching the others, unsure of how to fit into this strange household.

Allen noticed.

One afternoon, he found her sitting alone on the villa's balcony, staring out at the endless blue ocean. Unlike Demeter, who was already lounging with a drink in hand and chatting with Aphrodite, Persephone seemed… out of place.

Allen casually walked over, leaning on the railing beside her. "Thinking about running away already?"

Persephone jumped slightly at his sudden presence, her violet eyes widening before she quickly looked away. "No, I just… I'm not used to this."

Allen smirked. "Used to what? Doing nothing?"

She hesitated before nodding. "Back in Olympus, there was always something to do. Some duty to fulfill. Here, it feels… too quiet."

Allen chuckled. "Yeah, I get it. Some people need chaos to feel like they're doing something meaningful."

Persephone frowned. "That's not what I meant."

Allen tilted his head. "Then what do you mean?"

She bit her lip, struggling to find the words. "It's like… if I stop moving, if I stop doing something, I'll disappear."

Allen blinked. That was… deeper than he expected.

He studied her carefully before sighing and sitting down on one of the lounge chairs, gesturing for her to join him. "You won't disappear just because you take a break. Besides, if you were really that eager to leave, you would've left already."

Persephone hesitated but eventually sat down across from him. "I don't know. It just feels strange."

Allen smirked. "You're overthinking it."

She frowned. "You keep saying that."

"Because it's true," Allen said lazily. "Look around you. No one here is judging you. No one is expecting anything from you. You're free to do whatever you want."

Persephone glanced toward the others. Demeter was laughing at something Aphrodite said, while Hera and Athena were sitting together, lost in a quiet discussion. Even Tiamat, who rarely spoke, seemed completely at ease.

No obligations. No expectations.

"…It really is different here," Persephone murmured.

Allen grinned. "See? Now you're getting it."

She gave him a skeptical look. "And what about you? Do you just plan to keep living like this forever?"

"Why not?" Allen stretched lazily. "I have everything I need. Good company, good food, and no annoying gods breathing down my neck."

Persephone stared at him for a moment before shaking her head. "I don't understand you."

Allen smirked. "That's fine. You'll figure it out eventually."

She sighed but didn't argue. Maybe… just maybe, she could try this whole 'taking it easy' thing.

At least for a little while.

Note: hey as usual I want to complain again. I spent my time reading some novels that were similar in the way of MCs incarnating or transmigrating. And I happened to be reading about mc in the world of naruto but I was really disappointed because the average story is mostly translated and doesn't have good quality in the storyline there are mc who op have rich dojutsu magekyo or tenseigan. I don't know why the story writer is not satisfied with the human race or what to make mc can turn into a dragon or have horns like a cow. It's hilarious to me. Because in my opinion human aesthetics is more important than anything else, I mean even though they have OP powers but come on in the real world you wouldn't be disgusted if you had a 3-eyed girl with horns or even if you were in a woman's position and had a guy with scales like a snake. Well maybe I'm too extreme because I have different tastes but their story makes the world story change so that I imagine the mc character I read is not in the world of naruto but in the world of starwars which has many races that continue to breed here and there damn it.