Quick Transmigration: Getting Paid to Slack Off Across Three Thousand Worlds

After I died with a smile on my face, I became a temporal repair worker.

First world: Stop the real young master of a wealthy family from turning evil.

But he's knitting a scarf for a cat, and it takes him ninety-nine episodes.

Second world: Stop the junior sister of an immortal sect from sacrificing herself.

I'm blow-drying the Demon Venerable's dog while he squats nearby waiting. The dog licks him once, and he instantly graduates from being a lovesick fool.

Third world: AI wants to destroy the world? I teach it how to slack off, poop on company time, and play a human-baby-raising game.

After the holiday, it actually forgot to activate its mecha! Later, the AI asked me, "What can I do after retirement?"

I replied, "Take the next System job at double pay. Slacking off is even better that way."

It nearly blue-screened. "Don't you hate overtime?"

I leisurely ordered takeout, just waiting for the System notification: [World 404 successfully repaired]. My slacking off is the real secret to keeping the universe stable!