Restara, The Goddess Of Laziness

Reading the class monitor's message, Barbatos decided to reply in order to not make an enemy out of his entire class.

Although he wasn't interested in the so-called "alliance", he knew that he shouldn't be hostile to his classmates or else it would only bring him unnecessary trouble.

[God Of Wind Barbatos: I only awakened a green-rank talent "Wind Of Lie Detection". I can tell when someone is lying if the wind carries their scent of lies.]

Barbatos didn't want to reveal his Origin-rank talent and he also didn't want to stand out too much.

It would cause the displeasure of his classmates if he were to ignore them when some of them had already revealed their talents, assuming they were even telling the truth. So, the best method was just to lie about it rather than not answering.

At least, Barbatos wasn't truly lying since he indeed could tell the lies of someone as long as the presence of the wind had surrounded his target. That was one of the many auxiliary abilities he had due to being the God of Wind.

[God Of Spring Verdantus: Ah, I see. Look on the bright side, all of us seem to get a minimum of green-rank talent at least. So far, everyone who revealed their talent has a green-rank talent or above and no one has a white-rank talent. So at least, none of us here are common and trash.]

[God Of Wind Barbatos: Maybe it's due to us being transmigrated and brought to the Divine God City. Those native newborn gods' divine talent weren't awakened by the Will of the Endless Void but by the talent awakening crystal.]

[God Of Fire Ignis: Either way, it's only good news that we awakened a minimum of green-rank talent. At least with a green-rank talent, we might have low chances of becoming a True God, but reaching Gold Demigod should be possible as long as we don't die.]

When Ignis mentioned death, Class 69 immediately became solemn as they had already realized that becoming a god wasn't all sunshine and rainbows.

They had 69 students in Class 69 and now, they were only left with 68 due to one of them dying.

From what Verdantus had informed them, their classmate, the God Of Spork, had died after his main believer race was wiped out and he lost the divine war.

According to Verdantus, the God Of Spork had died just yesterday. He was unfortunate enough to die before he could even awaken a divine talent.

[God Of Spring Verdantus: As we all know the death of the God Of Spork, I highly suggest we start an alliance. I'm not forcing everyone to join, but those who are interested can send me a private message since I'll also create a separate chat group for the alliance.]

When the God Of Spring Verdantus started bringing up the matter about the alliance, Barbatos no longer lurked in the chat group and turned it off.

Lying on his bed, Barbatos sighed as he got up and headed to the kitchen to cook breakfast.

Although gods didn't need to eat and sleep since divine energy could be used to replace it, Barbatos still preferred to live the life of a human.

For him, he wasn't a god God, but a human with god powers.

He only acted like a god when faced with his main believer race. But to his classmates or when he was alone, Barbatos didn't maintain his god persona.

When he used to be a mortal, Barbatos loved to cook since he lived alone and he also often cooked and prepared lunch boxes for a certain someone.

And now, he was also preparing lunch for that person who happened to be his neighbour.

After preparing the lunch box, Barbatos left his villa and headed to the villa right next to his.

Knocking on the door, Barbatos called, "Restara, mind if I enter?"

In response, the Goddess of Laziness, Restara, did not speak; instead, the door to her villa opened silently, allowing Barbatos to enter.

With a lunch box in hand, Barbatos stepped into Restara's villa and made his way to her room.

Over the past month, bringing her lunch had become second nature to him.

It was his routine to share lunch with Restara during class, treating her as his best friend. Restara, his childhood friend, always brought him joy, so he never minded the task.

Opening the door to her room, Barbatos found Restara lying languidly on her bed.

Her enchanting lavender eyes met his gaze with a lazy, half-lidded look. Her long, silvery-white hair cascaded like a serene waterfall across her white bed. She wore a light violet sleeping gown, looking utterly defenseless yet ethereally captivating.

Even before she became a goddess, Restara was the most beautiful girl Barbatos had ever seen. Now, as a goddess, her charm and beauty were unparalleled, radiating an aura of divine allure that was impossible to resist.

Barbatos placed the lunch box on her bedside table and was about to leave, but Restara's soft voice stopped him. "Feed me," she requested, her lavender eyes half-closed with a lazy charm.

He turned back, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Alright," he replied, taking a seat beside her.

Opening the lunch box, he picked up a delicate piece of food and brought it to her lips.

Restara accepted the bite, her expression one of contentment. "You spoil me," she murmured, savoring the taste.

Barbatos smiled. "Only because you deserve it," he said, offering her another bite.

They continued this way, the room filled with a peaceful silence broken only by the sounds of their quiet interaction.

Restara's long, silvery-white hair flowed like a serene river over the pillows, her light violet sleeping gown accentuating her ethereal beauty.

Despite her lazy demeanor, there was a deep bond between them. These moments of quiet intimacy were a sanctuary from the chaos of their divine lives.

For Barbatos, feeding Restara was not a chore but a cherished routine, a way to connect with his best friend and childhood companion.

As the last bite was consumed, Restara leaned back, her eyes filled with a rare warmth. "Thank you, Barbatos," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Anytime, Restara," he replied softly. "Anytime."