Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method

Alira’s silver ship soon returned to Astral Cosmic Terminal One.

The moment the ship entered the terminal’s traffic lane, the mood inside became strangely quiet.

Kaelvar, Azton, Oriana, Feron, Iris, Varka, Loraine, Erlin, Slifera, and Elisa had all changed too much in one month. They had left as Peak Awakening Realm geniuses, but now every single one of them had returned as true Star Realm beings.

Even Alira could still barely believe it.

Once the ship landed, Kaelvar and the others quickly left for their own factions.

Alira watched them leave before letting out a long sigh. ”This is going to be a nightmare to report.”

A short while later, she arrived at Paren’s office.

Paren was already waiting behind his desk, looking like he had prepared himself for bad news.

Alira entered and immediately said, ”They all became Star Realm.”

Paren nodded as if he had already expected it.

Alira’s mouth twitched. ”That’s your reaction?”

Paren sighed. ”At this point, anything involving Garion becoming absurd is the most normal result.”

Alira stared at him for a moment and suddenly felt that he looked much older than before.

Meanwhile, Feron had already contacted Bruno.

The holographic projection of Supervisor Bruno appeared before him.

Although Bruno could not directly sense Feron’s aura through the projection, he could tell from Feron’s current face, posture, and presence that something had changed. ”You already became Star Realm?”

Feron leaned back lazily and grinned. ”Yeah, Father. God Gym’s method is truly crazy effective.”

Bruno stared at him for a moment, then slowly nodded. ”So it was worth it.”

”Definitely.” Feron’s grin became slightly awkward. ”The only problem is... sorry, Father. For some reason, I can’t tell you the specific details.”

Bruno’s eyes sharpened. ”You can’t tell me?”

Feron nodded. ”Yeah. It’s like something is blocking me from saying it. The moment I try to explain the actual process, the words just won’t come out.”

Bruno’s expression changed. ”Divine lock.”

Feron blinked. ”Divine lock?”

Bruno leaned back slowly. ”Damn. God Gym really is related to gods.”

Feron’s expression also became more serious. ”I see. No wonder I can’t say it at all.”

For a moment, both father and son remained silent.

Feron had already known God Gym was strange, but hearing Bruno personally mention something like a divine lock made the whole matter feel even heavier.

A moment later, he remembered something and added, ”Oh yeah, Father. Garion is interested in cosmic war.”

Bruno’s eyes moved slightly. ”Cosmic war?”

Feron nodded. ”He wants a place where his people can test their strength. At the very least, the enemies need to have Star Realm combat power.”

Bruno was silent for a moment before nodding. ”I see. If that’s the case, send him to that Intermediate Grade World that has been giving us a headache.”

Feron raised an eyebrow. ”That world, huh? The Star Realm beings there are crazy powerful.”

”Yes.” Bruno’s expression became colder. ”Since their Star Realm combat power is abnormally strong, a madman like Garion would surely love it.”

Feron’s grin returned. ”Understood. I’ll tell him later and send him the coordinates.”

Bruno looked at him one last time. ”Be careful how you handle this. Garion is useful, but people like him never move quietly.”

Feron laughed softly. ”Yeah, I noticed.”

The projection soon disappeared.

Feron leaned back in his seat and stared at the coordinates Bruno had given him.

A troublesome Intermediate Grade World.

Powerful Star Realm enemies.

A battlefield dangerous enough to give the Astral Cosmic Civilization a headache.

Feron’s lazy grin slowly widened. ”Yeah... Garion is definitely going to like this.”

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A moment later, Feron contacted Garion.

Garion had just returned to God Gym’s temporary base and was about to check on a few training areas when Feron’s voice suddenly came through the communication device. ”Sir Garion.”

Garion raised an eyebrow. ”Oh? That was fast. What’s up?”

Feron’s lazy voice carried a hint of excitement. ”I talked to my father.”

Garion’s eyes immediately lit up slightly. ”And?”

”There’s a place.” Feron leaned back in his seat inside Astral Cosmic Terminal One, his grin slowly widening.

”Come to Terminal One first. I’ll go with you to that Intermediate Grade World.”

Garion paused for a second. ”Intermediate Grade World?”

”Yeah.” Feron’s tone became more serious. ”It’s a troublesome world that has been giving my father a headache for a while. The Star Realm beings there are apparently crazy powerful, and there’s already conflict happening around that place.”

Garion’s smile slowly grew. ”So basically, a good place to test strength.”

”Exactly.” Feron nodded as he tapped one finger against the armrest of his chair.

”Father said if you want a battlefield with Star Realm enemies, that place should be enough. It’s not some clean tournament stage, though. It’s a real conflict zone.”

Garion chuckled. ”Even better.”

Feron’s grin became brighter. ”I knew you’d say that.”

Garion crossed his arms. ”You’re coming with me?”

Feron blinked. ”Of course.”

Garion gave him a strange look. ”Aren’t you the lazy one?”

Feron’s lazy expression faded slightly, replaced by clear eagerness. ”Yeah, I’m lazy, but I still want to test my new power. I didn’t die once and suffer through your damn training just to sit around doing nothing.”

Garion laughed. ”Hahaha! Good. That’s the right attitude.”

Feron snorted. ”Don’t praise me like you didn’t torture me for an entire month.”

Garion ignored that completely. ”I see. Wait there. I’ll come.”

Feron’s mouth twitched. ”You really ignored that?”

Garion’s voice remained cheerful. ”Of course.”

The communication cut off a second later.

Feron stared at the silent device in his hand for a moment before letting out a helpless laugh. ”That bastard really doesn’t feel guilty at all.”

Despite saying that, his eyes still carried excitement.

After one month of hellish training, dying once, rebuilding his body, and becoming a true Star Realm being, Feron wanted to know just how much he had changed.

A real battlefield was dangerous.

It was messy, unpredictable, and nothing like a controlled training ground.

For some reason, that only made his blood heat up even more.