I'm really not the number one slacker in Soul Society.

I'm Really Not the Number One Lazybones in Soul Society (Author: Durian Pineapple Pie)

Summary:

I've eaten at the Soul King's house, divided the spoils at Yhwach's table, shared a window with Ichigo, and carried a gun beside Aizen.

Watanabe Yama, who came to the world of Bleach, once thought he would live a leisurely life, but looking back, his legend is already everywhere in the world.

In the laboratory of Aizen, the notorious schemer of Soul Society, the following conversation once took place.

"Watanabe, what do you think is the purpose of life?"

"Slacking off".

"You misunderstood. What I meant was that the world is so vast, and what is the ultimate goal of our lives—ultimately, what is the purpose of living?"

"Didn't I tell you? Just lying at home and slacking off."

Chapter 1: Everyday Death Note

Soul Society, Rukongai West 23rd Ward.

Seeing the float on the water suddenly sink, Watanabe Yama's eyes narrowed, and he pulled the line and cast the net in one smooth motion, throwing a plump river fish into the fish basket beside him in just over ten seconds.

Before he could even marvel at the bounty of nature, a familiar notification sound rang in his ears, bringing him a reward in a different sense.

Daily Task: Fishing

【completed】

[Reward: Spiritual Pressure Attribute +2 has been issued]

Mi Zhen closed her eyes and felt the spiritual energy within her body—if it were a lake, just now, the surface of the lake had risen slightly, albeit by a tiny but real ripple.

"Thanks for the system's gift..." He picked up a snack from the small bowl beside him, popped it into his mouth, and then looked up at the sky. "There are still about a hundred years before the plot begins, I still have to keep working hard..."

His tone was like a charlatan's, but it was perfectly natural.

Watanabe Yama is a time traveler.

There's nothing particularly special about it; it's just the same old story of dying in a traffic accident, and then, in the blink of an eye, he's in the world of death. More than twenty years have passed since then.

The original Watanabe Yama was an orphan from Rukongai who grew up in the West 23rd District. He was timid and had spiritual talent but didn't know how to use it. As a result, he died of illness one winter twenty years ago. When he opened his eyes again, the consciousness that controlled his body had quietly changed.

After transmigrating, Mima spent some time figuring out the current situation, and then worked hard to get into the Shinigami Academy.

Later, after graduating from the Shinigami Academy, he joined the 8th Division and rose through the ranks to become the 5th Seat, thus gaining the right to slack off.

Long live slacking off!

Unfortunately, this kind of life cannot last forever.

Because the Soul Society has never been a peaceful place.

First came Aizen's rebellion, then the Wandenreich's invasion—the former was relatively mild, since Aizen only wanted to remain in the heavens, but the latter was truly a death sentence. When the Quincy stormed into Seireitei and wreaked havoc, there was no way to slack off and get away with it.

He has some spiritual talent, but not much. He can't compare to those naturally gifted individuals like Toshiro or Gin Ichimaru. If he tries to level up through training, he'll probably end up being killed by some unknown area-of-effect attack. His future looks bleak.

Fortunately, Mi Zhen has a cheat code.

Although it's a very old-fashioned thing, he brought a system with him when he transmigrated.

[Lifestyle Player]

This item allows him to gain extra benefits from his daily activities, such as walking the dog, playing with the cat, fishing, and cooking. When he seriously engages in these side hustles, he can get rewards such as +1 to spiritual power or +1 to proficiency in a certain ghost path.

Individual rewards may not be much, but when accumulated, they form a powerful force.

It's at least much better than his training...

Having trained for twenty years, Watanabe Yama now possessed the strength to stand on his own. Although he was not yet comparable to those top-tier powerhouses, there were still about a hundred years before the main story began. As long as he continued to work hard, he would eventually be able to smash Yhwach's head.

……Bar?

But a promotion is impossible. The fifth seat position is low-paying and barely enough. If you try to climb a little higher, you'll be overwhelmed by work. Would life be as comfortable as it is now? Absolutely not!

Slacking off isn't shameful...

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Lisa Yadomaru arrived at the riverbank carrying her package.

From a great distance, she spotted that familiar figure fishing with snacks. The leisurely, carefree posture of that fisherman instantly infuriated her. She clenched her fists, and even her quick footwork seemed to become faster.

The next instant, Lisa moved to the man's side, her gleaming glasses reflecting his thin figure: as always, this lazybones with long black hair wore a languid expression on his face, which was no less than that of the young master of the Kuchiki family. He was relaxed and quite approachable, which explained why he was so popular with the younger members of the team.

But none of this could save him!

"Watanabe Yama!"

Lisa spat out a cold, angry voice through gritted teeth: "It wasn't easy finding you!"

"...!"

Upon hearing her voice, Mima's face stiffened for a moment, then she laughed twice: "Hey, isn't this Sister Lisa? You seem to be in a good mood today. I just caught two big fish, how about I treat you..."

He had only spoken halfway when a black cloth bag interrupted his explanation.

Lisa threw the bag in front of him, and it opened up after being thrown, revealing a stack of documents inside.

"What is this?" she asked indifferently.

"Ahem, let me explain..."

Mi Zhen coughed lightly, and a bead of cold sweat dripped down her forehead.

He recognized it, of course, because it was an official document that the team members had recently submitted, which he was supposed to process and then send directly to the First Division.

He was almost finished, but the system suddenly popped up a fishing celebration for him the night before last. During the event, the rewards for fishing were doubled, so he hurriedly found a spot with a good catch and sat down to fish.

That's right, it's all for getting stronger, and has absolutely nothing to do with slacking off!

No!

"Don't explain to me, the vice-captain of the Sparrow Club has already come to the barracks to urge you." Lisa's eyebrows twitched twice with anger. "If I hadn't helped you finish two important ones, it would be a member of the First Division calling you now!"

"Uh, well..."

Mizhen swallowed hard, her mind racing.

In just a few seconds, he calculated hundreds of ways to appease Lisa and, taking advantage of his time travel, seized the optimal solution.

"Sister Lisa, I can't thank you enough, how about this—"

Mi Zhen patted her chest and made a suggestion with a righteous air, "I still have a few color magazines that I bought in the modern world in my room. They are all carefully selected high-quality ones. When we get back, I'll give you one. What do you think?"

"……Eh?"

Lisa pursed her lips, the reflection on her glasses obscuring her eyes, but Mima was absolutely certain he had just seen a suspicious blush.

—So easy to bribe.

"Really?"

"real."

Mima nodded vigorously, and now it was Lisa's turn to feel awkward.

"Um... The captain is looking for you too, let's go back to the barracks together."

"How about... we catch another one?"

"Mizhen!"

Chapter Two: Task Assignment

Not long after, in the Eighth Division barracks, in Mima's room.

Two figures stealthily avoided the sight of all the team members, secretly opened the door and slipped inside. One of them rummaged through the bedside table for a while before solemnly taking out a stack of thin books with very provocative covers. He then whispered to the other about some terrible topics that couldn't be broadcast.

"So these are the best of the best, Lisa, you can pick whichever you like—but you can only take one."

"...I can't believe I was bought off by such methods."

Although she was complaining, her body language betrayed her. Among the many books, she immediately spotted the one that best suited her taste, reached out and picked it up, then tucked it into her sleeve and casually adjusted her glasses as if nothing had happened.

"Okay, I'll forgive you for 'this' time."

"Wait, what do you mean by 'this time'?"

“You’re so forgetful.” Lisa rolled her eyes. “Guess who ended up handling the personnel clerk who was supposed to be handed over to Room 46 two weeks ago?”

"Ah this..."

Seeing that cold sweat was gradually seeping from Mima's forehead, Lisa wanted to say something more sarcastic, but the magazine in her sleeve was too heavy, so she had to give up.

"Let's go. The captain sent me out to find you. He said he has something important to tell you."

"Okay...Ok..."

A hesitant voice echoed in agreement.

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A few minutes later, in the captain's lounge.

Lisa and Mima stepped into the room one after the other, the former with a cold expression, while the latter appeared to be deep in thought.

"Oh dear, what happened?"

The man in the straw hat and flashy coat raised an eyebrow and asked while sipping his tea, "Lisa-chan, are you still angry with Mima? It was just a slight delay in the paperwork, why take it to heart?"

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

The one who spoke was naturally the captain of the 8th Division, Kyoraku Shunsui. As expected of a captain who had been in power for a thousand years, he ignited Lisa's anger even more intensely than before with just one sentence.

You have absolutely no right to say that!

Lisa slammed her hand on the table, veins bulging on her forehead: "Who covered up your mess while Captain-Commander Yamamoto was investigating official business?"

Kyoraku Shunsui said awkwardly, "It's Lisa-chan."