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Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method

Chapter 90: Study or Die Trying · 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

Garion clapped his hands once, dusting them off.

”That’s enough for today.”

The disciples relaxed a little, exhaling in relief.

But before they could move, Garion suddenly lifted both arms.

The ground trembled faintly, and a large bookshelf rose from the floor.

The disciples gasped, stepping back.

”What in the world?!”

Garion smirked, walking to the shelf and pulling out a thick book, holding it up.

”This will be your new best friend.”

He turned to them.

”Come forward. Each of you, take one.”

One by one, the disciples approached, hesitant.

The books were heavy, their covers made of a tough black material, and the pages were thick, filled with neat writing and sketches of human anatomy.

”Other than training your body, you also need to learn your body. This book holds everything you’ve learned today and much more.”

Garion put the book back on the shelf.

”It had the complete knowledge of how the human body works, so make sure all of you learn it.”

A disciple flipped through the pages, frowning.

”Master... this looks like a year of study.”

Another poked at the diagrams.

”There are so many drawings! Are we supposed to memorize all of them?”

Garion smiled faintly.

”Not memorize. Understand. You can’t train what you don’t understand.”

The disciples groaned quietly, looking at the thick books in their hands.

Garion only smiled, looking at their faces. He then turned toward the exit.

”Now go to the restaurant. Eat your dinner. After that, like usual, take your Demonic Protein. Rest early, as tomorrow will be another full day.”

The disciples nodded and started walking out, some complaining as they carried the books.

Garion ignored them and just walked toward the restaurant.

Just before he left, one of the disciples turned back.

”Master, when will you teach us about cultivation? About the real method?”

Garion’s smirk widened.

”When you’ve learned enough about the body. Even Dahlia spent months before she officially started cultivating, and she didn’t even have books.”

The disciples looked surprised.

”Really? Senior Sister didn’t get books?”

Garion shrugged.

”Nope. I made her learn everything the hard way.”

Someone whispered, ”Lucky us, then...”

Garion grinned.

”Oh, you think so? Don’t worry. By the time you finish that book, you’ll wish you were back in her training.”

The group laughed nervously.

Garion waved his hand.

”Go on. Eat, drink, rest. And remember... those books aren’t decorations. I’ll be asking questions in a month.”

Instantly, everyone stiffened.

”Q-questions!?”

”Like... a test!?”

Garion crossed his arms and smirked.

”Exactly.”

The disciples sighed in despair as they dragged themselves toward the restaurant, books in hand.

Garion watched them go, amused.

”Good. If they can survive reading as well as training, maybe they’ll really become the strongest body cultivators in this world.”

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The next morning, everything started the same way it always did in the God Gym.

The moment the sun rose, teh restaurant turned into chaos.

Plates clattered, chairs scraped, and disciples fought for food like starving beasts.

”Move! That’s my plate!”

”You already took five eggs!”

”Shut up, I’m hungry!”

Garion just sat at his table with a plate of roast meat, smirking as he watched teh madness unfold.

”Good. If they still have the energy to argue, they can train harder.”

After the meal, everyone gathered in the training hall.

The familiar crates of Demonic Creatine were waiting. Garion lifted one bottle and tossed it toward a disciple.

”Drink up! You know the rule.”

The disciples grimaced as they gulped it down.

”It’s still spicy!”

”My throat’s on fire!”

”Why after drinking it so many times... It’s still so spicy?”

Garion only laughed.

”That’s how you know it’s working.”

Then came the hours of training.

The floor echoed with the sound of heavy weights dropping, the sharp shouts during squats, and the constant rhythm of breathing.

”Lower! Keep your back straight!”

”Yes, Master!”

”Push harder! If you still can talk, you’re not training enough!”

Garion moved around, correcting their posture, showing them better techniques.

Even though their muscles ached, no one dared to stop.

When the sun began to set, they finally had a short break.

Some collapsed on the floor, others leaned against the wall, dripping with sweat.

But instead of being dismissed, Garion clapped his hands.

”Alright! Break time’s over. To the Learning Hall!”

The disciples groaned in unison.

”Again!?”

”Master, please... at least let us breathe...”

Garion crossed his arms.

”You’ll always be breathing whether you move or not. Now move!”

Reluctantly, they dragged themselves toward the Learning Hall.

They also brought their thick anatomy books, which they had taken from their rooms.

The moment they entered, they could already see the cadaver, covered by a white sheet.

”I still can’t believe we study with a corpse...”

”Better learning the corpse than becoming one.”

Garion smiled faintly.

”Good mindset. Now, today you’ll do it yourselves.”

The disciples froze.

”O-ourselves!?”

Garion nodded.

”Yes, you can’t learn anatomy just by reading. You have to see it and feel it. Don’t worry, I’ve treated it properly. It won’t rot or smell.”

He handed out floves and knves. Some disciples’ hands trembled as they took them.

”Master, what if we... cut the wrong part?”

Garion shrugged.

”Then you’ll remember not to next time, and also it was a cadaver, not a living human. Don’t worry too much.”

Slowly, they began. One group opened the chest area, another worked on the arms, and another on the head.

The room was quiet except for the sound of slicing and the turning of book pages.

”Muscle here...”

”Vein connected to this...”

”Ah! This matches the drawing!”

Garion walked between them, giving short corrections.

”Good. Cut along the muscle line. Don’t force the blade. Remember, precision is the key.”

By the end of the first week, the fear disappeared.

The disciples worked faster and more focused. They talked less and observed more.

Some even started explaining parts to each other.

”Here’s the heart. You see how thick the wall is?”

”Yeah. It’s built like a pump?”

”This one’s the liver. Big and weird, right?”

Garion watched quietly, a small smile on his face.

”Not bad... They’re starting to get it.”

Days passed like this. Morning was chaos and sweat.

Evenings were quiet, focused study. Then dinner, Demonic Protein, and deep sleep.

The once-clumsy group of young cultivators began to change.

They became stronger and bigger. Their movement becomes more coordinated.

They began to understand why Garion had them train in this way.

After a month, they no longer complained.

They worked with discipline, and their confidence grew every day.

This sight made Garion even happier.

”My God Gym has really grown...”

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