Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method

Rachel went inside her room and found that Garion was already there.

She smirked as she walked toward him. "Husband... how did it go? Did you manage to create a Fourth Realm cultivation method yet?"

Garion leaned back, glancing at her before letting out a quiet sigh. "Of course not. It isn’t that easy to make something the entire world doesn’t even know exists."

Rachel laughed, resting her hands on his shoulders. "That’s rich, coming from the one who created an entirely separate cultivation path."

Garion rolled his eyes. "That’s different. Creating a path is one thing. The Fourth Realm is an upgrade. It’s harder."

Rachel tilted her head and nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Fair enough. Sorry about that, but still..."

She stepped closer, closing the gap between them, her gaze fixed on his face. "It looks like there’s something you want to tell me. I can see it written all over you."

Garion turned to her fully and exhaled through his nose, steadying himself before speaking. "Yeah. There is something I need to tell you."

Rachel raised an eyebrow, her expression sharpening. "Then what is it? Don’t just stand there looking like that."

Garion met her eyes, his expression turning serious, the usual ease in him gone. "I’ll tell you. Just... don’t overreact."

Rachel frowned, the corners of her lips tightening. "Overreact? What do you mean, overreact? What exactly are you about to tell me?"

Garion hesitated, then lifted a hand and rubbed the back of his neck, buying himself a moment he clearly needed.

His gaze drifted away for a second before returning to her. "Rachel... you’re pregnant."

Rachel blinked once, then again, her face going still as she stared at him. The silence lingered for a beat longer than expected.

Then she laughed. "Pfft... Hahaha."

She brought her hand up to cover her mouth, shoulders shaking as she tried to hold it in, though the disbelief was obvious.

"Garion... are you serious?" she said, her voice slipping between amusement and disbelief. "Since when did you start making jokes like that?"

Garion didn’t smile. His expression settled into something firm, almost heavy. "Rachel, I’m serious. I’m not joking."

She waved a hand at him, brushing it off. "Oh, come on, Garion. Don’t mess with me."

Still faintly amused, she walked past him, glancing back over her shoulder. "Did researching that Fourth Realm method start affecting your mind?"

Garion’s frown deepened. "Rachel, please listen to me. I’m telling you the truth."

She stopped and turned back to face him, crossing her arms as her expression grew more serious.

"Garion, I think this is something you don’t fully understand yet. You’ve only been in this world for a short time, so you wouldn’t know."

Her hand moved to her stomach, resting there as she spoke. "It’s not easy for people at higher realms like us to have children."

She lifted a finger, as if laying out a point that should settle the matter.

"Take Aveline and Raviel. They’ve been married for a year, and they’ve done it regularly. Still, Aveline hasn’t gotten pregnant."

Rachel exhaled, her tone steady, almost instructional now.

"So, Garion... the chances of me getting pregnant right now are extremely low. Maybe in the future, eventually, but not now."

She crossed her fingers in an X in front of her. "Right now, it’s almost impossible. So let’s drop it."

Turning away, she walked to the bed and lay down, settling in.

After a moment, she patted the space beside her. "Come on. Let’s get some rest. Clear your head."

Garion didn’t move right away. He stood there for a moment, then sighed and walked over.

He lay down beside her, staring up at the ceiling. "Alright. Let’s sleep."

Rachel smiled faintly, her voice softening. "Yeah. Just rest for now. You’re probably too tired to think straight. Good night."

Garion gave a small nod. "Good night."

But his eyes remained open.

We’ll see later, he thought.

---

The next morning, Gairon was still asleep when a sudden scream tore through the room.

"AAAAHHHH!"

His eyes snapped open. "What?! What the hell happened?"

Still half-disoriented, he pushed himself upright and looked around.

The sound had come from Rachel. When his gaze finally landed on her, he froze.

Rachel was sitting on the edge of the bed, stiff and unmoving.

Something about her was different, wrong, even. It took him a second to understand what he was seeing.

Her stomach.

It wasn’t flat anymore. The defined lines he was used to were gone, replaced by a slight but undeniable curve.

Gairon blinked once, then again, as if that might fix what he was seeing. It didn’t.

"The hell...?" he muttered, then louder, "Rachel... you’re... you’re really pregnant?"

Rachel stared back at him, her face pale. "No. That can’t be... how can I be...?"

Her words trailed off. She suddenly clamped a hand over her mouth. "Mmm..."

She shot up from the bed and rushed to the bathroom.

A second later, the sound of retching filled the air as she leaned over the toilet.

Gairon was on his feet immediately, following after her.

He reached her side and placed a hand on her back, rubbing it slowly as she vomited.

Rachel stayed there for a moment after it passed, breathing unevenly.

Then she turned her head slightly, her voice weak. "Ugh... this... doesn’t... make any sense..."

Before she could finish, another wave hit. She bent forward again, gripping the edge of the toilet.

Gairon sighed under his breath but kept his hand steady, continuing to support her without saying anything.

After a while, the worst of it seemed to pass. Rachel slumped slightly, exhausted.

Gairon exhaled and glanced at her reflection in the bathroom mirror.

"I told you before," he said, quieter now, "it seems like my sperm are strong. So... you’re pregnant."

Rachel frowned, still seated by the toilet, her eyes shifting to meet his through the mirror.

"No. That’s a ridiculous way to think about it," she said, though her voice lacked conviction. "If anything... it’s just your luck."

Gairon let out a small breath, not arguing further. "Fine. We’ll call it luck for now."

He gently patted her back one last time before straightening. "But first, let’s focus on getting you through this. You look like you’re about to collapse."

Rachel didn’t respond right away.

She just sat there, one hand resting against her stomach, her expression uncertain as the reality of the situation began to settle in.