Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method

Garion sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Alright... forget that for now..."

He lifted his head slightly. "Atlas... do you have any idea how to reach the Fourth Realm?"

[Don’t you already know the answer... go to outer space and cultivate.]

Garion frowned. "I know that. But how am I supposed to go to outer space in the first place?"

He spread his arms and shrugged. "There’s no rocket or anything that can help me."

[Oh... right. I didn’t think about that. But what do you expect me to do? I’m just a system.]

Garion clicked his tongue. "Yeah... just a system that helped me build that massive God Island."

[Yes, indeed... by using available materials. Which you have already used.]

Garion frowned, then paused, thinking. "...What about that demonic dragon corpse Sorien killed before?"

[That one? Didn’t you give it to Mersha so she could turn it into supplements?]

Garion blinked. "...Right. I did."

He lowered his gaze slightly, thinking deeper. "...But if it can be turned into something useful... she’ll understand."

[Even if she gives it back, it won’t help. That corpse is only at the Third Realm. Even if fully utilized, it cannot bring you to outer space.]

Garion’s expression darkened slightly. "...Then what do I use?"

A brief pause.

[Wait a minute...]

Garion narrowed his eyes. "What?"

[There is an incoming message from a higher being.]

Garion straightened immediately, his posture shifting. "...A message?"

His brow furrowed. "Wait... isn’t this the first time this has happened?"

[Yes. That’s why I’m also surprised. Let me open it.]

Garion nodded, his eyes fixed forward as the message appeared.

[Divine Mana is simply a higher-grade form of mana, similar to cosmic mana and other advanced variations.]

Garion frowned slightly. "...I already know that."

He crossed his arms tighter. "What I need is how to get it."

The message continued.

[However, not everyone knows that Divine Mana can be created from normal mana.]

Garion’s eyes widened slightly. "...What?"

He leaned forward a little. "You mean it can be created?"

The message continued.

[If you want the method... fulfill this mission first.]

Garion’s expression tightened immediately. "...Of course."

He looked up. "Atlas, give me the mission."

[Wait. Please be patient.]

[The higher being used a significant amount of my energy to send this.]

Garion frowned. "Just give it. You can go back to sleep after this."

[Alright... wait a minute... what the hell?]

Garion’s brow furrowed deeper. "...What is it?"

A short pause.

[Mission: Meet your first child.]

Garion froze. "...What?"

[Alright, I already gave it to you. I’m going to sleep now.]

Garion stepped forward slightly. "Wait a minute, Atlas!"

No response.

He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair, gripping it for a second before letting go. "...Seriously..."

He looked forward, his brows still furrowed, clearly annoyed. "Meet my first child...?"

His expression tightened slightly. "...What kind of mission is that?"

---

Rachel stood at the center of the training field, watching closely as the disciples struggled through their sets.

She was far stricter than usual. Sweat soaked their bodies, their muscles trembling under the pressure.

She slammed her stick against the ground and stepped forward. "Come on. Is that all you’ve got?"

Rachel moved closer to one of the disciples who was trying to push the bar upward.

She leaned slightly forward, her eyes sharp. "Lift it higher. Do it again. One more time."

Clara groaned from the side, still holding her bar in place. "Elder Rachel... this is already three tons."

Her arms were shaking badly now. "This isn’t even a normal weight anymore."

Rachel didn’t soften. She stepped right in front of her. "The war is coming. And we are members of God Gym. Our bodies are our weapons."

She reached down and added more plates onto Clara’s bar. "So you need to be able to lift even more."

Clara felt the weight increase immediately, and her face tightened. "Elder... please stop adding more weight..."

Rachel crossed her arms, completely unmoved. "Oh, come on. Even Valtor can lift four tons. Just look at him."

On the side, Valtor laughed loudly as he held his bar steady. "Haha! Come on, Clara! Is that all you’ve got?!"

He lifted the bar off the rack and started doing bench presses with ease. "Four tons of this? Easy!"

Nearby, Dahlia scoffed as she added more weight onto her own bar. "Four tons? Please."

She glanced at Valtor with a grin. "Look at this. Mine is four and a half tons."

Dahlia laid down and started pressing, matching Valtor’s reps without slowing down.

After finishing, she sat up and shot him a sideways look. "Try to keep up."

Seira, on the other hand, clicked her tongue, struggling slightly on her own set. "...Damn it. You two muscle-heads..."

Rachel turned toward her immediately. "Just focus on your own set and do better."

She paused, then slowly stepped back, scanning all of them. "...Or..."

Her tone shifted slightly. "Do you want another boost?"

She turned her head toward the side. "Mersha."

From the edge of the field, Mersha appeared almost instantly, grinning wide as she walked in. "What is it, Elder Rachel? What did you call me for?"

Rachel smiled faintly. "Do you still have the [Divine Training Elixir]?"

Mersha’s grin widened. "Of course I do. I still have dozens of potions left."

She tilted her head slightly. "So... who wants it?"

The moment those words landed, every disciple froze.

Even Valtor.

Valtor slowly lowered his bar, narrowing his eyes. "I don’t need it... see? I can lift mine just fine."

Clara carefully stepped back. "Me too... I’m increasing my weight. See?"

She quickly loaded more plates onto her bar.

Seira nodded immediately. "Yes. Same here."

Mersha looked at them, confused for a second. "What? But you were all struggling just now."

She casually shook the bottle, then walked forward and handed it toward Clara and Seira. "Come on. It’s good for you."

Clara and Seira both frowned, clearly rejecting it. They were afraid of it.