There are two types of people in the world. Those who are live strong and free and those who live sacred and weak. Our hero of the story is a mixture of both. All he can remember is going to sleep after winning the lottery and ready for an easy life. Because by god working is such a pain the ass. Now he woke up in a marsh pond as a crocodile.

"Noy Jitat! Did why am I in a Jitatin marsh pond!!?"
It seemed like this place was a fantasy world where strange-looking beasts ran rampant. And just like in a game, I seemed to be able to check my enemies’ and my ability.
Let’s hunt monsters and gather titles in order to level up and evolve into a Strong Beast!

And I heard a mysterious voice in my head, “Let’s aim to be the strongest!”
But fuck that! I will be so strong so that no one will able to beat me and I will be lazy damnmit! Or just be lazy and hide for the rest of my life.