While Barbatos pondered whether his talent or Restara’s was stronger, he decided to ask her a question to clarify.

“Restara, how fast is your growth with your Transcendent-rank talent? And if you become a True God, will your growth speed decrease?”

Restara shook her head, “I’ve recently awakened my divine talent, so I’m not sure of its limits. But if we compare it to a red-rank talent, which has the potential to reach Main God level, my Transcendent-rank talent should theoretically allow me to become even stronger than a Main God since it’s higher than red-rank.”

“That’s assuming I don’t die prematurely from other demigods in the Eternal Continent forcing me into a divine war with a divine war scroll. I’m also unsure about the exact speed of my growth.”

“From my estimation, I can reach Four-Turn Demigod within a year. I have no idea how long it will take to become a Main God. It could take millions of years; who knows?”

Hearing Restara’s reply, Barbatos realized the shortcoming of her Transcendent-rank divine talent. Restara could indeed become stronger by doing nothing, but the speed of her growth was uncertain, and it was unclear how long it would take for her to become a Main God.

Nonetheless, her talent being ranked higher than red-rank assured that she would eventually become a Main God. It wasn’t a matter of resources, opportunity, luck, or talent—just a matter of time.

Barbatos asked again, “If you become stronger by doing nothing, wouldn’t your foundation be weak? Without any combat experience, you’ll be at a disadvantage against gods of the same level.”

“There’s also the issue of comprehending your divinity… Never mind. Your divinity is laziness, so doing nothing is essentially your training.”

Restara chuckled, “I don’t need to worry about my comprehension of my divinity. My growth is well-rounded, so I’ll meet all the requirements for advancing in power.”

“As for combat experience, I have a unique advantage. If I sleep and laze around in a former battlefield or war zone, I can absorb the combat experiences of those who fought there. It’s as if I naturally know how to fight, with the muscle memory and reflexes already in place. It doesn’t affect my memories or emotions, so it’s like I was born with the skills.”

Hearing Restara’s answer, Barbatos was frightened by how absurdly powerful her Transcendent-rank talent was.

Barbatos sighed, “Doesn’t that mean you can become stronger as long as you have enough time? As long as you live long enough without dying, becoming a Main God is already guaranteed. If you stay in the Divine God City for a million years and your believers aren’t wiped out, wouldn’t I have you as a powerful backer even if I remained a weak and insignificant god?”

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Barbatos then looked solemnly at Restara, who continued to laze around on her bed as if revealing such a huge secret was no big deal.

“Shouldn’t you have kept this a secret?” Barbatos asked seriously. “Aren’t you afraid that I might leak this information? The Main Gods could target you because of it.”

Realizing his words might be misunderstood, Barbatos quickly added, “I’m not blackmailing or threatening you. It’s just that… isn’t it too risky to reveal this to me?”

“The fewer people who know about it, the better. Aren’t you worried that if someone defeats me and searches my soul, they could discover your Transcendent-rank talent?”

Hearing Barbatos’ worries, Restara remained unconcerned, treating the revelation of her secret as a natural matter to share with her best friend.

Restara sighed, “That’s why I told you. I trust you completely. With how cautious and ambitious you are, it’s impossible for you to be killed by those gods, let alone have your soul searched.”

“Besides, you’re the only person I have from our past lives on Terra and now as gods. If I can’t trust you, who can I trust?”

Restara laughed self-deprecatingly, “I’m still surprised that you take the time to care for someone as lazy and useless as me.”

“You should have abandoned me long ago. You know I won’t stop being lazy. I love wasting my life on games, novels, anime, and comics.”

Barbatos retorted, “If you enjoyed wasting your life, then you didn’t waste your life.”

“And besides, who says you’re useless? If you were truly useless, you wouldn’t be my rival.”

“If you’re useless, then most people are a waste of space. Those who call you useless aren’t as rich as you. While they seem to be working hard, you’ve already surpassed them in terms of wealth.”

As Barbatos’ rival, Restara was far from being as useless and lazy as she appeared.

Restara’s parents had passed away, leaving her only a piece of land and a house. However, through her skills, she managed to earn a lot of money in the stock market.

Without that, she wouldn’t be able to maintain her hobbies of buying anime and game merchandise and related works.

Restara was lazy and complacent not because she was useless, but because there was no point in working hard when she could easily achieve what others couldn’t in their lifetimes.

Her classmates, who isolated and condemned her for being lazy and useless, were still working hard to get into good colleges, secure jobs, and eventually retire in their old age.

In contrast, Restara had already achieved financial freedom long ago, and her laziness was simply her enjoying an early retirement.

Perhaps the only reason she didn’t drop out of school was because of Barbatos.

Reminiscing about their past life on Terra, Barbatos said, “If we hadn’t transmigrated to the Divine God City, I had planned to confess my feelings for you once I surpassed you.”

“I know you like me, and I like you too, but my pride as a man would have taken a hit if I conceded defeat.”

“I wanted to become a househusband, take care of your daily needs, and enjoy games, novels, anime, and comics with you. Like you, I don’t want to struggle with grueling jobs. I want to play games with you, live with you, and grow old together.”

“But now, that’s just a pipe dream since we’ve been transmigrated to the Divine God City.”

Hearing Barbatos’ confession, Restara wasn’t surprised. Just as Barbatos knew she loved him, Restara also knew Barbatos loved her.

She suggested, “Since we can’t take the college entrance exam and compare our scores, why don’t we just become husband and wife?”

In a serious tone, Restara’s usual laziness and nonchalance vanished as she spoke solemnly, “Forget about your manly pride. Accept that you can’t surpass me and become my husband, Barbatos.”