Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method

Garion noticed the Dragon Gods staring at [Divine Dragon God Gym Island] with strange expressions and immediately grinned. ”Oh? You guys finally came.”

Aurelion stared at the peaceful side of the island, where luxurious hotels, healing springs, restaurants, and gardens stood beside enormous dragon-sized training halls.

His eyebrow twitched. ”Isn’t this just a resort?”

Garion laughed loudly. ”Hahaha! You could say that.”

The Dragon Gods looked at him.

Garion pointed toward the massive gym resort area. ”Look, training is important, but recovery is also important. You can’t just beat your body to death every day without eating good food, getting healed, sleeping properly, and relaxing a little.”

Rachel nodded with a soft smile. ”Proper rest improves training results.”

Garion proudly continued, ”Exactly. That’s why I basically turned half of this place into a gym resort. Dragons can train, eat, recover, sleep, and then go train again without wasting time.”

Atlas crossed his tiny arms.

[For once, he is actually saying something reasonable.]

Garion ignored him and pointed toward the opposite half of the island. ”Of course, if you want to train hard, then we have the disaster zones.”

The Dragon Gods followed his finger and looked toward the chaotic half of the island.

Varkhor’s eyes narrowed. ”Take us inside.”

Garion grinned. ”Gladly.”

A moment later, Garion led the Dragon Gods into the disaster zone, and the instant they entered, the atmosphere changed.

Heavy pressure descended upon their bodies. They didn’t stumble or even struggle, but their expressions shifted slightly.

For beings like them, however, even ”slightly” was already enough to matter.

Abyron looked toward the floating tsunami sea. ”This pressure...”

Selkhara glanced at the frozen zone, her eyes sharpening. ”It can actually affect us.”

Varkhor flexed his fingers as volcanic heat and black-hole gravity pressed against his dragon body. ”Only a little, but... yes. I can feel it.”

Aurelion’s expression became serious. ”A place that can pressure Dragon Gods, even slightly, is extremely rare.”

Dahlia stood nearby with a proud grin. ”Hehe. You’re welcome.”

Garion spread his arms wide and laughed. ”So? How is it? Pretty good, right?”

For a moment, the Dragon Gods remained silent until Akrioh slowly smiled. ”Good? Of course it’s fucking good. What you’ve done has completely surpassed our expectations.”

Abyron chuckled deeply. ”A disaster zone that can make even us feel pressure. I did not expect this.”

Selkhara nodded. ”If our younger dragons train here, their foundations will become monstrous.”

Aurelion stared at the chaos ahead and finally admitted, ”Even I feel a little scared of what this place can become.”

Garion grinned when he saw the Dragon Gods’ reactions. ”Alright, since you already checked the scary half, why don’t we go enjoy the resort half now?”

Aurelion glanced at him. ”You mean the part that looks suspiciously comfortable?”

Garion nodded proudly. ”Exactly. Enjoy life, train hard, recover properly, then train hard again. That’s the true cycle.”

Varkhor looked back at the disaster zones for a moment before nodding. ”Very well. Let us experience the full service.”

Garion’s grin became wider. ”Good. First, a short training session.”

The Dragon Gods immediately sensed something wrong with his smile.

Unfortunately, it was already too late.

Half an hour later, several Dragon Gods were standing in the recovery area with stiff expressions.

Their bodies were not injured, but their divine dragon muscles were clearly heavy. Even their breathing had become slightly deeper than usual.

Abyron frowned while rotating his shoulder. ”That was only a short session?”

Garion nodded. ”Yeah. Beginner trial.”

Selkhara’s cold eyes narrowed slightly. ”The gravity changed rhythm every few seconds. The pressure targeted muscles, bones, organs, and divine energy circulation separately.”

Varkhor exhaled slowly. ”And at several points, the training formations suppressed divine power output.”

Garion snapped his fingers. ”Exactly. That’s the point.”

The Dragon Gods looked at him.

Garion crossed his arms and explained with a grin. ”Most strong beings rely too much on divine power, laws, bloodlines, or mana. But God Gym trains the body itself until it becomes stupidly strong even without energy.”

He pointed at himself. ”Then, once mana or divine power is added back on top, the result becomes even more ridiculous.”

The Dragon Gods fell silent.

For the first time, they truly understood why God Gym members were so abnormal.

After training, Garion led them into the resort area.

The Dragon Gods entered the healing springs, then tried the sauna rooms, divine massage chambers, recovery pools, and finally the restaurant.

Massive dragon-sized tables were quickly filled with roasted divine beast meat, rare herbs, dragon-suitable drinks, and special supplements.

Aurelion took a sip of the recovery supplement and immediately froze, his face twisting in disgust. ”This tastes terrible.”

Mersha giggled from nearby. ”Hehehe... but effective.”

Aurelion frowned, but after sensing the recovery effect spreading through his body, he silently took another sip.

Varkhor leaned back after finishing his meal and let out a satisfied breath. ”This place is truly good. Ten years of free training here is far more valuable than I first thought.”

He then took out a storage bag and tossed it toward Garion, who quickly caught it and asked, ”What’s this?”

Varkhor casually replied, ”All the damaged world cores we no longer need, just as we agreed.”

Garion looked inside and froze. There were far more world cores than he had expected, and some of them were even completely intact.

His grin widened as his eyes lit up. ”Damn, thank you. I seriously needed these.”

Varkhor waved one hand. ”No need.”

A moment later, he glanced toward the island’s sign and coughed lightly. ”However, Garion, I do have one request.”

Garion raised an eyebrow. ”What?”

Varkhor pointed toward the name [Divine Dragon God Gym Island]. ”Can you rename it to [Dragon Hell Resort] instead? It is in dragon territory, and that name sounds more fitting. More terrifying for dragons too.”

Garion stared at him for a moment before bursting into laughter. ”Hahaha! Sure. Seeing as you already gave me so much, changing the name is nothing.”

Atlas sighed.

[Somehow, that name actually fits better.]

Garion grinned and raised one hand. ”From today onward, this place will be known as [Dragon Hell Resort]. So, once again... welcome.”