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Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method

Chapter 193: Pack Up or Get Left Behind · Oct 17, 2026

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151 Chapter 151: Cultivator’s First Workout 2026-10-17
152 Chapter 152: Raviel’s Legendary Slip 2026-10-17
153 Chapter 153: Dinner Disaster at Revalis Hall 2026-10-17
154 Chapter 154: Dinner Guests Gone Wild 2026-10-17
155 Chapter 155: The Disciples’ Revenge Workout 2026-10-17
156 Chapter 156: The God Gym’s First Victims 2026-10-17
157 Chapter 157: The Trainer from Hell 2026-10-17
158 Chapter 158: Garion’s Motivational Torture 2026-10-17
159 Chapter 159: The Disciples’ Showcase. 2026-10-17
160 Chapter 160: The Final Lift 2026-10-17
161 Chapter 161: Strength Has No Age 2026-10-17
162 Chapter 162: Love Is the Ultimate Motivation 2026-10-17
163 Chapter 163: Hell’s Gym Session 2026-10-17
164 Chapter 164: Rendric’s Risky Delivery 2026-10-17
165 Chapter 165: From Cultivator to Beginner Again 2026-10-17
166 Chapter 166: Blades and Bad Decisions 2026-10-17
167 Chapter 167: The Birth of a Magic Swordsman 2026-10-17
168 Chapter 168: Bracelets of Pure Suffering 2026-10-17
169 Chapter 169: Revalis Rehabilitation Center 2026-10-17
170 Chapter 170: Reforging the Patriarch 2026-10-17
171 Chapter 171: The New and Upgraded Raviel 2026-10-17
172 Chapter 172: Pain Franchise Activated 2026-10-17
173 Chapter 173: The Curse of Being Pretty 2026-10-17
174 Chapter 174: One Month for One Woman 2026-10-17
175 Chapter 175: From Mocked To Mocking Master 2026-10-17
176 Chapter 176: Beta Male Massacre 2026-10-17
177 Chapter 177: The Haircut Battle Begins 2026-10-17
178 Chapter 178: Afro Down! 2026-10-17
179 Chapter 179: Revenge of the Green Afro Dad 2026-10-17
180 Chapter 180: The Natural Steroid Surprise 2026-10-17
181 Chapter 181: Arden Goes Full Nature Mode 2026-10-17
182 Chapter 182: The Green God Awakens 2026-10-17
183 Chapter 183: Pray for the Next Victims 2026-10-17
184 Chapter 184: One Month of Pain Results 2026-10-17
185 Chapter 185: Eco-Friendly Tree Guy 2026-10-17
186 Chapter 186: The Physique Doctrine 2026-10-17
187 Chapter 187: Garion’s Favorite Wedding Gift 2026-10-17
188 Chapter 188: You Messed In The Wrong Day 2026-10-17
189 Chapter 189: The Noodle Man vs the Gym God 2026-10-17
190 Chapter 190: The One-Finger Execution 2026-10-17
191 Chapter 191: God Gym Clean-Up Crew in Action 2026-10-17
192 Chapter 192: Garion, Matchmaker of Clans 2026-10-17
193 Chapter 193: Pack Up or Get Left Behind 2026-10-17
194 Chapter 194: The Fall of Revalis Begins 2026-10-17
195 Chapter 195: Garion Becomes a Meteor 2026-10-17
196 Chapter 196: Rakir’s Flames of Rebellion 2026-10-17
197 Chapter 197: Garion Arrives to Bully Another Grand Elder 2026-10-17
198 Chapter 198: More Like Burnt Chicken 2026-10-17
199 Chapter 199: Overdrive Mode: Suffering Edition 2026-10-17
200 Chapter 200: Awakening? More Like Torture Mode 2026-10-17

Raviel gathered his elders in a circle, rubbing his temples.

”All of you... What do you think? What should I do?”

The elders looked at each other, unsure. No one spoke for a moment.

Then Elder Rendric stepped forward.

”I think we should accept it, Patriarch.”

Raviel nearly choked on air.

”What?! Rendric, you’re the most uptight elder in our clan. Why are you agreeing to something that basically looks like rebellion?”

Rendric nodded calmly.

”Because it’s not rebellion.”

The other elders leaned in, shocked.

Rendric continued, hands behind his back.

”What Sir Garion said earlier... there was truth in it. Patriarch Raviel and the grand elder have been walking two different paths for years. Just because there is no clash now...”

He turned at the Avenora Clan territory.

”Doesn’t mean there won’t be later.”

Raviel’s brows tightened.

Rendric sighed.

”Look at what happened to the Avenora Clan. If we keep containing the wrong person, the Revalis Clan might become the next to collapse.”

The elders murmured, all of them remembering Agram’s madness.

Rendric pointed toward the arena where Garion stood proudly.

”And one more thing... Sir Garion is far stronger than we thought. He defeated Elder Kalzor like it was nothing.”

Another elder added.

”And he trained you, Patriarch. In one month, you became much stronger than before.”

Raviel nodded reluctantly.

”That... is true.”

Rendric smirked slightly.

”We follow you, Patriarch. If you choose to step away and rebuild a new clan with Aveline, we will follow you. Honestly... it might even be better for us.”

One elder raised his hand, coughing awkwardly.

”And, uh... Avenora Clan is known for strong warriors and beauty.”

Another elder nudged him.

”And our Revalis Clan is known as... well... brute force.”

A third elder scratched his cheek shyly.

”It’s... hard to find a wife when your clan is known for being scary.”

Raviel stared at them, speechless.

The elders all nodded together, completely serious.

”We support this, Patriarch.”

Raviel let out a breath he’d been holding, shoulders relaxing slightly.

”...You guys...”

He smiled faintly.

”Alright. I’ll make my decision... with all of you.”

---

Garion helped the Avenora women pack their belongings, moving from house to house while pointing out which things to bring and which things to leave.

The clan had several flying ships of their own, so everything went quickly.

As for the male members... Garion only needed to glare at them once.

Just one look.

Every man in the area stiffened, froze, and then ran for their lives.

There was no talking back, resistance, or anything like that.

The women stared at them running like scared rabbits and blinked.

Garion wiped his hands.

”Good. That makes this part easier.”

Because of that, the packing process went smoothly.

Neat boxes, organized luggage, and ships being loaded one after another.

After a few hours, several flying ships were already filled and floating, ready to leave.

Garion dusted off his hands, stretched his back, then walked toward Raviel with a smirk.

Raviel stood with his arms crossed, staring at the busy women, deep in thought.

Garion stopped right in front of him.

”So... what’s your choice?”

Raviel didn’t answer right away.

His jaw tightened, eyes moving around as if checking everything a second time.

The elders behind him looked tense too.

Finally, Raviel let out a long breath and met Garion’s eyes.

”...Give me one more second to think.”

Garion rolled his eyes.

”You already had hours.”

Raviel rubbed the bridge of his nose.

”This isn’t buying vegetables, Garion. This is my entire clan’s future.”

Garion tapped his shoulder.

”And that future is already standing right in front of you.”

Rendric stepped up from behind Raviel.

”Patriarch... We’re ready whenever you are.”

The other elders nodded, expressions firm.

Raviel’s fist tightened.

Garion smirked wider.

”So? Still thinking... Or are you finally ready to say it?”

Raviel let out a deep, heavy breath.

His shoulders rose... then slowly fell.

Then he turned fully toward the ships with a firm gaze.

”... We agree. We’ll go back and take the [Origins].”

Garion’s grin widened.

”Good.”

Raviel raised a hand before Garion could continue.

”But listen... you will be the one who fights the Grand Elder.”

Garion blinked once, then snorted.

”Of course. I still haven’t had enough fun since I crushed Kalzor.”

He rolled his neck, stretching casually.

”Your Grand Elder better be more interesting. If he’s boring, I’ll be disappointed.”

Raviel frowned.

”He’s not ’interesting,’ Garion. He’s dangerous.”

Garion waved lazily.

”Yeah, yeah. Strong, scary, whatever. I’ll handle it.”

Rendric stepped forward, eyes wide.

”Patriarch... Are you really sure about this?”

Raviel nodded firmly.

”We’ve already chosen.”

The Revalis elders looked at each other, swallowed hard, and then straightened their backs.

Garion clapped his hands once.

”Alright then! Pack up, finish preparations, and let’s go steal some [Origins].”

Raviel sighed.

”We’re not stealing...”

Garion cut him off with a grin.

”Fine, fine. Borrowing.”

Raviel muttered under his breath but couldn’t hide the small smile forming.

The decision was made, and the path was chosen.

The future of the two clans had just changed.

---

Deep inside the Revalis Clan’s main building, the air felt heavy.

An old man with long gray hair sat on a raised seat, fingers tapping slowly on the armrest. His eyes were cold and sharp.

Below him, Elder Ragan bowed with a stiff back.

The old man then looked at him.

”Elder Ragan... Have you finished all the preparations?”

Ragan swallowed and nodded.

”Yes, Grand Elder Rakir. Everything is ready.”

Rakir leaned forward slightly, his gaze narrowing.

”And Raviel... how long has he been gone?”

Ragan hesitated for a moment, choosing his words carefully.

”...About a week, Grand Elder. By our calculation, he should have arrived yesterday.”

Rakir’s lips curled into a slow smirk.

”So he’s late.”

Ragan didn’t dare reply.

Rakir lifted his hand and flicked the dust from his sleeve, his expression turning sharper.

”Good. Then it’s time.”

He looked toward the massive doors of the hall, an aura rippling faintly around him.

”Everything begins now.”

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