Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method

The next day, when Rachel woke up, she froze as she rubbed her stomach. It felt... bigger.

"What the hell?!" she blurted out, sitting up in bed.

Garion, lying beside her, startled awake and pushed himself up on his elbows. "Rachel, what happened?"

Rachel turned to him, her eyes wide and close to tears. She pointed at her stomach with a trembling hand.

"How can it grow this fast? Why is it so much bigger than yesterday?"

Garion stared at her for a moment.

He already knew the truth; the process had been shortened to just a week, but he couldn’t tell her thanks to the system.

So instead, he forced a light tone. "Well, it seems my genes are just that strong. They must’ve sped everything up."

Rachel’s expression hardened. She immediately started hitting his chest like a punching bag. "Don’t say it like that, you idiot!"

Garion raised his arms to block her blows, chuckling despite himself. "Hey, I’m serious. I don’t know what else it could be. What do you think, then?"

Rachel slowed, her hands dropping to her lap. She let out a long breath and looked down at her stomach again. "I don’t know... but this isn’t normal. It’s really worrying me."

Garion’s smile softened. He reached out and gently rubbed her stomach, then looked her in the eyes.

"Don’t worry, my wife. I’ll take care of you the whole time. You won’t have to handle this alone."

Rachel narrowed her eyes at him, still uneasy. "Are you sure about that? You’re really going to take care of me the entire time?"

He nodded firmly, without hesitation. "Of course. I swear it on my name."

She studied him for a second, then gave a small nod. "Good."

Without another word, she raised her hand and pointed toward the door. "Then I’m staying in bed today. Go get me some food, Garion. Now."

Garion let out a short laugh, then quickly got off the bed. "Yes, Miss."

He hurried out of the room, leaving Rachel alone with her thoughts and her growing worry.

---

For the next week, Garion didn’t train at all, not even once. It was all because of Rachel.

Instead of practicing, he spent his days doing whatever she asked of him.

Every day, his only task was to carry trays of food back and forth to Rachel’s bedroom.

He would stack several containers carefully in his arms, walk down the hall, and nudge the door open with his shoulder before stepping inside.

Sometimes he stayed a little longer than necessary; sometimes he came out quickly, but he always returned for more.

Meanwhile, his disciples were completely stunned by the change.

How could they not be? Their master was someone who trained no matter what happened. Seeing him abandon his routine like that felt wrong.

Clara leaned forward slightly, her brows knitting together in confusion. "Is that really Master? Why hasn’t he trained at all?"

Valtor crossed his arms, his expression uneasy. "Yeah... this doesn’t feel right. Something’s off."

At the back of the group, Dahlia stood quietly, listening but saying nothing.

Her gaze remained steady, watching Garion in the distance as he walked past again with another tray.

Clara noticed her silence and turned. "You’re not saying anything? You’re usually the first to comment about Master and Elder Rachel."

Dahlia didn’t look at her. Her voice was low and calm. "He’s doing what he should be doing right now."

Clara raised an eyebrow. "That’s it? That’s all you have to say?"

Dahlia nodded once. "What else should I say? I don’t like their relationship, but I still have my principles."

She let out a quiet snort, folding her arms. "And now that Rachel is pregnant, it’s not right to talk behind her back."

She turned back to Clara, staring at her. "If there’s something to say, it should be said when she’s well."

Clara blinked, then suddenly clapped her hands together with a grin. "Wow, you really are different, senior sister."

She raised her finger, stating it as a fact. "Most people would gossip even more when someone’s sick."

Dahlia turned her head away with a soft huff. "Don’t compare me to others. Hmph."

---

In the bedroom, Rachel kept eating the food Garion brought in.

Plate after plate disappeared, yet her hunger never seemed to fade.

Garion paused by the table, watching her finish another serving. A thought crossed his mind.

It seems that because of the accelerated pregnancy, your energy is being used up much faster now.

Rachel glanced at the stack of empty plates, her brows drawing together. She rested a hand on her stomach, frowning.

Why do I keep feeling hungry, no matter how much I eat?

Garion noticed her expression and gave a small, reassuring smile. He stepped closer and gently set another plate in front of her.

"It’s because of the child in your stomach. It has my genes, so of course it’s strong. That’s why it needs so much energy."

He nudged the plate toward her. "You’ll need to eat more to give it the best nutrition."

Rachel let out a soft sigh but didn’t argue. She picked up her utensils again and continued eating the food Garion had prepared.

After a moment, something seemed to occur to her. She slowed, then turned to him with a faint smile. "You’re really going to stay with me the whole time, aren’t you?"

Garion lifted his head slightly, meeting her gaze without hesitation. "Of course I am. I already told you, didn’t I?"

Rachel hesitated, her smile fading just a little. "But you won’t be able to train while you’re taking care of me..."

Garion laughed softly and waved a hand, brushing off her concern. "Don’t worry about that. You’re more important than training."

Rachel’s shoulders relaxed, and she smiled again, warmer this time. "Thank you, Garion."

Garion returned the smile, calm and steady. But what Rachel didn’t know was that he had already calculated the time in his head.

Missing a week of training would slow him down, but it was manageable.

For now, staying by her side mattered more.