Song Bai, nicknamed Song BAI-Bai, had his life of slacking off cut short by a car accident. He transmigrated into an infinite-flow novel as the mastermind final boss, the Master God, destined to be brought to justice by the protagonist.
The intelligent assistant System displayed a task list: design instances, create bosses, adjust difficulty, set rewards, maintain operations...
Song Bai: Am I here to be the Master God, or to work for you?
System: ...But you're the Master God...
Song Bai: If this blessing were yours, would you want it?
System: ...
Song Bai: Am I going to be killed by the male lead?
System: Yes, but you can set up challenges in advance and kill the male lead within reasonable bounds. I have found 342 ways to do so...
Song Bai: Fine, I'm slacking off.
System: ...?
Transmigrated as a Master God destined to be killed, Song Bai decided to keep on slacking off.
She designed instances however she liked, cutting and stitching together bits from the previous Master God's instances. She adjusted monsters however she liked, leaving everything but their ability stats to the System's randomization. She set difficulties and rewards however she liked, since she couldn't understand probability theory anyway. And she killed the male lead however she liked, clocking out when the time came.
Out of boredom and curiosity about what kind of mess she'd created, Song Bai even secretly joined the game without telling the System.
Player: This rule-based design is terrifying when you think about it. The rules can't be broken, yet they contradict each other...
Song Bai: Sorry, I got the logic wrong. I'll fix it.
Player: Why does this monster look so indescribable? The person who made it must be seriously twisted...
Song Bai: Guess the random data range was way too broad. This thing doesn't even look like an Earth creature.
Player: Aaaaaah!
Song Bai: What's there to be scared of? It's just a slapped-together instance I made while slacking off.
After fighting her way through every obstacle, covered in blood, Yun Ji finally tore open space, ready to kill the mastermind behind it all...
...Only to find a poor System working itself to the bone, and a slacker Master God playing a game with a popsicle in her mouth.
[An overpowered golden finger and a delightfully silly power fantasy.]
Theme: Hmm... Doesn't this count as slacking off?
