Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method

Not long after Rachel finished changing into her God Gym outerwear, a powerful aura appeared above [Divine Celestial Gym Island No.1].

Crimson-gold light tore open the space outside the island.

A massive dragon-shaped warship slowly emerged from the spatial crack, followed by several smaller escort ships.

The Volcanion Dragon Clan had arrived again.

Garion looked up from the entrance of the [Divine Celestial Ascension Hall] and grinned. "Right on time."

Rachel stood beside him quietly.

Her new God Gym outerwear was clean and fitted for movement, mostly white with soft pink-gold patterns across the sleeves, waist, and shoulders.

Her pink hair now carried thin golden strands, and her pink-gold eyes gave off a calm, warm pressure.

She did not look like some distant goddess but looked like more God Gym’s second authority and their poster woman.

Atlas floated beside them and muttered,

[Please behave.]

Garion glanced at him. "Me or her?"

[Both.]

A moment later, Volkrath descended from the crimson-gold warship with Varkhazan and several Volcanion envoys behind him.

Dravion, Elder Varan, and Kaelvar also followed from another side, clearly having come with them from the branch Ignis Dragon Clan.

Volkrath landed before Garion and gave a faint smile. "Garion."

Garion nodded casually. "Volkrath."

Volkrath was about to speak, but the moment his gaze moved toward Rachel, his eyes paused.

For a brief second, the Low God’s expression changed as he could clearly sense the same power of aura as what he felt before from Garion.

Volkrath slowly smiled wider. "Interesting."

Rachel met his gaze calmly and gave a polite nod. "Lord Volkrath."

Volkrath looked back at Garion. "It seems your God Gym hides even more secrets than I thought."

The Volcanion envoys immediately looked at Rachel with sharper eyes.

Garion only grinned. "Let’s not talk about that."

Volkrath raised an eyebrow.

Garion pointed toward the warship. "You came to bring us to the meeting, right?"

Volkrath stared at him for a moment before laughing quietly. "Avoiding the topic so openly?"

Garion shrugged. "Private gym secrets."

Atlas nodded seriously.

[For once, that excuse is actually correct.]

Rachel smiled faintly and said nothing.

Volkrath’s golden-red eyes remained on both of them for another moment before he finally nodded. "Very well."

He turned slightly and opened a crimson spatial gate leading back toward the warship. "The meeting will not wait long."

Garion stepped forward without hesitation, accompanied by Rachel as they entered the Volcanion spaceship.

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The moment Garion and Rachel entered the Volcanion Dragon Clan’s warship, the space around them shifted.

A wide corridor appeared before their eyes, built from dark crimson divine metal with golden volcanic patterns flowing across the walls like living magma.

Every step released a faint heat.

Not uncomfortable.

Just enough to remind anyone walking inside that this was not an ordinary spaceship.

The ceiling was high enough for giant dragonkin to move freely, and enormous dragon statues stood on both sides of the corridor, each one carrying a different volcanic weapon.

Garion looked around with bright eyes. "Wow."

Rachel also glanced around calmly. "It is quite luxurious."

Volkrath walked ahead with both hands behind his back. "Of course."

Garion looked at him.

Volkrath’s mouth curved slightly. "After all, I am a God."

Garion blinked, then nodded seriously. "Fair enough."

Atlas floated beside Garion and muttered,

[At least his arrogance has proper funding behind it.]

Rachel’s pink-gold eyes moved across the ship’s interior. The entire warship was not only beautiful, but also terrifyingly strong.

She could sense layers of defensive formations, spatial locks, divine fire cores, and dragon bloodline restrictions hidden beneath the walls.

This ship was not just transportation but basically a moving fortress.

Volkrath glanced back at them. "We should leave immediately. The meeting will begin soon."

Garion grinned. "Then let’s go."

Volkrath raised one hand.

A crimson-gold rune circle appeared beneath the entire warship.

WUUUUUM!

The ship trembled slightly as countless volcanic runes lit up across its body.

Outside the viewing window, space began to twist.

Volkrath spoke calmly, "Activate the wormhole function."

One of the Volcanion operators immediately lowered his head. "Yes, Lord Volkrath."

A massive crimson wormhole opened before the ship, its edges burning with volcanic divine flames.

Garion’s eyes widened slightly. "Convenient."

Volkrath smiled. "Without this, reaching the meeting place would take far too long."

The dragon-shaped warship rushed forward.

BOOOOM!

In the next instant, it entered the wormhole, and space stretched into countless crimson-gold lines.

Rachel stood beside Garion, her expression composed, while Garion looked outside like a tourist visiting a dangerous amusement park.

Atlas stared at him.

[Please do not ask whether we can install this in God Gym.]

Garion paused.

Atlas immediately shouted,

[You were about to ask!]

Garion coughed once. "Maybe later."

Rachel smiled faintly but said nothing.

A short while later, the ship shook again.

THUUUM!

The crimson wormhole opened, and the Volcanion warship emerged into an enormous empty region of space.

Garion looked forward, and his grin slowly disappeared, replaced by genuine interest.

Ahead of them was a gigantic place floating in the void and not exactly a space station either.

It looked like an ancient divine fortress built around a broken star, with countless palaces, platforms, floating islands, and colossal gates surrounding it.

Divine auras rose from every direction, and thanks to that, Rachel’s expression directly changed into a serious one.

Volkrath looked toward the massive structure and spoke quietly. "We have arrived."

Garion stared at the huge meeting place in the distance and grinned wide. "Now this looks interesting."

Atlas floated closer to Garion’s shoulder and lowered his voice.

[Garion, I am serious. This place is dangerous.]

Garion glanced at him. "You say that everywhere."

[Because you keep walking into dangerous places.]

Rachel also stepped slightly closer to Garion, her pink-gold eyes scanning the distant fortress. "He is right."

Garion looked at her.

Rachel’s voice was soft but serious. "The auras there are strange. Some of them feel even more oppressive than Volkrath."

Garion’s grin widened slightly. "Good to know."

Atlas immediately grabbed his hair in frustration.

[That was not supposed to make you happier!]

Rachel sighed, but her hand gently held Garion’s. "Just don’t provoke everyone immediately."

Garion thought for a moment. "No promises."

Atlas’s tiny face went pale.

[We are doomed.]

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