Hello!

After a long time away and still thinking about this story, I've finally made up my mind, and now I'm back. I wasn't happy with the way this story was going, so I decided to rewrite it. My focus is no longer on improving my English (I got tired of writing in another language. Seriously, sometimes it's just too exhausting), so I'm writing in Portuguese first and then translating it using AI.

I hope you'll enjoy this new version. I'll try my best, but I'm not promising daily updates. I'm not putting any pressure on myself about word count per chapter, but I will focus on delivering quality in this new version.

I hope you like it. Happy reading!

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Among the many virtues that exist, effort is undoubtedly one of the most valuable. With effort, you can reach the top and become someone different, someone better. With effort, you might even reach the stars.

Everyone exerts themselves in some way, but for some, effort is simply getting out of bed every day. For others, it's turning the day into something productive. There's no universal way to define effort — it's variable, subjective, unique.

Its counterpart, laziness, however, is universal. If given the choice, most would prefer to live lazily rather than working tirelessly. And, if the world were truly fair, every effort made throughout life would be rewarded with great rest or relaxation at the end of all labor.

For Mateus, a 19-year-old young man, this would be the ideal world.

"Work hard, rest hard." This was the philosophy he carried like a mantra. Believing in this balance, Mateus worked tirelessly from a young age. He poured all his energy into securing admission to a good university and landing a great job.

"As long as I keep pushing myself, I'll eventually enjoy a long and well-deserved rest."

But the world isn't fair. And it doesn't reward everyone's efforts equally. In the end, whether hardworking or lazy, everyone meets the same fate: death.

And for Mateus, that fate came too soon.

Despite his youth and dedication, the inevitable happened. He pushed his body to its limits, neglected his health, and drowned himself in endless nights of studying. One day, seated at his desk with his eyes glued to a book, his body finally gave out.

His final thoughts, as everything went dark, were filled with regret:

"I should've enjoyed life more…"

And so, Mateus left the world, burdened with remorse.

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"Damn it!"

With a desperate shout, Mateus shot up from his seat. His breathing was heavy, his eyes wide, and his body trembling.

'I'm supposed to be dead, aren't I?'

He tried to look around, but all he could see was infinite darkness. There was no sound, no light, no smell, or anything else that indicated life. Only the void. A silent and eternal abyss.

Time didn't seem to exist there. At first, Mateus tried to think rationally, but soon realized there was nothing to do but wait. Days, months, or perhaps years passed in that state. Gradually, he felt his consciousness beginning to fade, as if the void itself was consuming him.

Just as Mateus was about to lose all sense of self, something broke the silence.

[Welcome to the Super Lazy System.]

The sound echoed through the void like an explosion. Mateus blinked, confused, trying to locate its source, but there was still nothing around him but darkness.

"Super Lazy System?!" Mateus shouted, his voice dripping with disbelief. "I spent my life working hard, and now this is what I get?"

[Precisely, Host. Welcome.]

The voice sounded unnervingly casual, almost mocking the situation. Still disoriented, Mateus started wondering if he was dreaming or if the universe was playing a cruel joke on him.

"This has to be a joke…"