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Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method

Chapter 83: Run or Lose Your Meat · Oct 17, 2026

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51 Chapter 51: Dahlia’s Surprising Wish 2026-10-17
52 Chapter 52: Workout in Hell 2026-10-17
53 Chapter 53: Cut the Root Now 2026-10-17
54 Chapter 54: Night at the God Gym 2026-10-17
55 Chapter 55: Garion Gets Serious 2026-10-17
56 Chapter 56: Stone Piledriver 2026-10-17
57 Chapter 57: Bleed and Suffer 2026-10-17
58 Chapter 58: Bria’s Last Mistake 2026-10-17
59 Chapter 59: More Like Second Rate 2026-10-17
60 Chapter 60: Wanted: One Gym Rat Dead 2026-10-17
61 Chapter 61: Welcome to Hell Gym 2026-10-17
62 Chapter 62: Can’t Handle the Spice 2026-10-17
63 Chapter 63: Dahlia Wants Lotion 2026-10-17
64 Chapter 64: Dahlia Accidentally Leaks Lore 2026-10-17
65 Chapter 65: When Rocks Become Real Estate 2026-10-17
66 Chapter 66: Garion the Muscle Chef 2026-10-17
67 Chapter 67: Autopsy of the Second Realm 2026-10-17
68 Chapter 68: One Cell to Rule Them 2026-10-17
69 Chapter 69: Perfection Within a Single Cell 2026-10-17
70 Chapter 70: System Upgrade Smells Like Sweat 2026-10-17
71 Chapter 71: Master Forgot the Recruits Again 2026-10-17
72 Chapter 72: Dahlia’s Worst Ride Ever 2026-10-17
73 Chapter 73: Dahlia’s Brutal Recruitment Begins 2026-10-17
74 Chapter 74: A New Star Joins God Gym 2026-10-17
75 Chapter 75: God Gym Orientation 2026-10-17
76 Chapter 76: Dahlia Becomes the Gym Demon 2026-10-17
77 Chapter 77: Welcome to Leg Hell 2026-10-17
78 Chapter 78: It’s Not Poison… Probably 2026-10-17
79 Chapter 79: Five Sets of Regret 2026-10-17
80 Chapter 80: The Burn Is Real 2026-10-17
81 Chapter 81: From Peaceful Night to Food War 2026-10-17
82 Chapter 82: Pain That Builds Power 2026-10-17
83 Chapter 83: Run or Lose Your Meat 2026-10-17
84 Chapter 84: Dahlia’s Final Step 2026-10-17
85 Chapter 85: The Final Became a Massacre 2026-10-17
86 Chapter 86: The Spark of Evolution 2026-10-17
87 Chapter 87: Cultivation Meets Biology 2026-10-17
88 Chapter 88: Bodybuilding Class Turned Real 2026-10-17
89 Chapter 89: The Foundation of Life 2026-10-17
90 Chapter 90: Study or Die Trying 2026-10-17
91 Chapter 91: The Anatomy Pop Quiz of Doom 2026-10-17
92 Chapter 92: The Great Cultivation Scam 2026-10-17
93 Chapter 93: Cellular Cultivation! 2026-10-17
94 Chapter 94: Passive Cultivation Mode 2026-10-17
95 Chapter 95: Dahlia Came Back and Panicked 2026-10-17
96 Chapter 96: The Mystery of Incomplete Traits 2026-10-17
97 Chapter 97: Vegetables? Over My Dead Body! 2026-10-17
98 Chapter 98: Don’t Die Dumb 2026-10-17
99 Chapter 99: The Sect Everyone Wanted Dead 2026-10-17
100 Chapter 100: Master’s Workouts Hurt Worse! 2026-10-17

The training hall was a battlefield of exhaustion.

Dozens of disciples lay sprawled across the floor, their arms and legs spread out like those of fallen soldiers.

Even with the massive breakfast and the fiery Demonic Creatine coursing through their body, they were still done for.

Every part of their body was basically screaming and begging for mercy.

They were in this condition because Dahlia had gone completely insane.

In one day, she had forced them to go through nearly every exercise she knew... all chained together without rest.

And thanks to the creatine heightened focus effect, they couldn’t even forget what she taught them.

Each stance, each form correction, every painful repetition was now burned permanently into their memory.

Meanwhile, Dahlia was still full of energy, doing some more exercises.

While most of the disciples had barely managed to lift 30 to 40 kilograms for their exercises...

Dahlia had gone all-in, using between 100 and 200 kilograms for everything...

Even her lateral raises, one of the most challenging exercises, were done with 100 kilograms, shocking everyone.

”Senior Sister’s not human...”

”She’s a demon in disguise...”

”Even demons would’ve passed out by now.”

Dahlia then put back her dumbbells and stood in front of them.

She looked around at her defeated disciples with an expression of disapproval.

”What’s wrong with all of you? You’re tired already?”

No one replied, too tired to reply to her.

Dahlia sighed, shaking her head.

”Pathetic. I said this is body cultivation, not nap cultivation.”

Garion chuckled quietly.

”You might’ve gone a little too far this time.”

Dahlia turned to him with a glare.

”Master, you told me to train them properly.”

He smiled.

”I didn’t say ’train them to death.’”

She rolled her eyes and turned back to the disciples.

”Alright, enough lying around. Training’s done for the day.”

A collective sigh of relief echoed through the hall.

Dahlia then clapped her hands loudly.

”Now... It’s time to eat!”

Half the disciples groaned again.

”I can’t even move my arms...”

”I think I left my legs somewhere behind...”

Dahlia smirked.

”Then crawl. I’m not waiting for you.”

She spun on her heel and started walking toward the restaurant, stretching her arms and cracking her neck.

”Remember,” she said loudly.

”I also drank Demonic Creatine today. And I’m super hungry.”

The disciple froze.

She looked over her shoulder with a wicked grin.

”So if you don’t get up now...”

She flexed one arm slightly, her muscles tightening.

”I’ll eat all your share too.”

That single threat was enough.

Within seconds, the disciples suddenly scrambled to their feet.

Some limped, some crawled, and others clung to each other just to stand up.

A few of them shouted as they stumbled toward the restaurant.

”Move! She’s serious this time!”

”I’m not losing my meat again!”

”Help me! My legs are jelly!”

Dahlia smirked, watching the chaos.

”Good. At least you can still move when you’re scared of being hungry.”

Then she turned and dashed toward the restaurant, shocking all others with her speed and scaring them.

”Senior Sister’s running! Run faster!”

”She’s going to eat everything!”

The disciples broke into a messy sprint, tripping over each other, shouting and pushing.

Garion stood near the training hall door, arms crossed, laughing quietly.

”She’s worse than all of them combined.”

By the time the first group reached the restaurant, Dahlia had already grabbed a huge plate and piled it high with food.

Dahlia didn’t wait for anyone. She just sat down and started eating like a starving beast.

Her hands moved fast. Meat bones piled beside her plate as she devoured everything in reach.

”Mm... finally! This is what I needed!”

The disciples’ faces quickly turned pale, realizing half of the food was gone.

”Senior Sister! Leave some for us!”

”Don’t eat everything!”

Dahlia turned to them with her mouth still full.

”Then move faster next time!”

One brave disciple tried to grab a piece of meat near her.

Dahlia’s hand shot out and slapped his hand away without even looking.

”Touch my food again, and you’ll be doing squats all night.”

The poor disciple froze.

”Y-yes, Senior Sister...”

Meanwhile, Garion entered slowly, chuckling.

He took a seat at the far end, watching the chaos unfold like a proud director watching his masterpiece.

One disciple shouted.

”I can’t believe I trained just to fight for food!”

Another replied.

”This isn’t training anymore. It’s survival!”

Dahlia wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, still chewing.

”Welcome to the real God Gym! If you want strength, learn to fight for your meal!”

Garion laughed loudly, ”Well said!”

A few moments later, the disciples finally managed to grab whatever leftovers were left and collapsed into their seats.

Dahlia leaned back, rubbing her stomach.

”Ahh... now that’s a proper dinner.”

Garion smirked.

”You ate more than all of them combined.”

She shrugged.

”Well, I trained harder.”

A disciple whispered weakly, ”She’s really a monster.”

Dahlia grinned, pointing her fork at him.

”A monster who can still train tomorrow morning.”

The disciples groaned in defeat.

”We’re doomed.”

Garion laughed, enjoying their misery.

”Good. That means you’re learning the true spirit of the God Gym.”

He then clapped his hands, and two wooden crates appeared beside him.

The disciple froze.

”Wait... not again...”

Garion smirked.

”Remember to take your Demonic Protein before sleeping. It’ll help your body recover.”

A wave of groans filled the room.

”Not that bitter thing again...”

”It tastes like dirt!”

”My tongue went numb for an hour last time!”

Garion crossed his arms.

”You want power or comfort? Choose.”

The disciples sighed in defeat and slowly reached for the bottles.

”Good. Now drink it and rest early. Tomorrow’s another full day.”

He turned to Dahlia.

”Dahlia, go back to your room and clean up. I’ll come by later. There’s something we need to talk about.”

Dahlia raised her eyebrow but nodded.

”Alright, Master. Don’t take too long.”

She stretched her arms, turning back to her room.

Behind her, the disciples were still groaning, seeing the bitter supplements.

Garion just smiled quietly.

”Perfect ending to a good day.”

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