Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

My name is Lin Yu, and I transmigrated into a remnant soul trapped in a ring.

System? Missions? Cultivation grind? Never heard of them.

I live by one rule: lay low and nap.

Then, the ring bound itself to a clueless young boy.

When he tried to explore a secret realm, I said, “Disciple, that place is deadly. Go home and take a nap.”

When he went after a magical treasure, I warned, “Hot stuff burns your hands. Your life matters more.”

When someone challenged him to a duel, I advised, “Admitting defeat isn’t shameful.”

Under my “careful” guidance, he dodged every opportunity—and every danger.

While other geniuses danced on the knife’s edge between life and death, my disciple was steadily… mining spirit stones.

Years later, when gods and demons descended upon the realm, that same disciple—mockingly nicknamed the “King of Cowards”—quietly activated 9,900 layers of defensive formations.

I yawned and said, “Told you—only the living get to deal damage.”