Alira stared at the holographic screen for several long seconds.

[Threat Evaluation: A1]

For once, her calm expression completely broke.

She slowly turned toward Garion. "How?"

Garion tilted his head. "How what?"

Alira pointed at the screen. "How is your disciple A1 too?"

Garion looked at the screen again before grinning proudly. "A1, huh? As expected."

Alira’s eyebrow twitched. "What do you mean, as expected?"

She pointed at Dahlia this time. "Do you understand how crazy this is? She’s not even Peak Awakening Realm. She’s only Late Awakening Realm, yet her threat evaluation is already A1."

Dahlia crossed her arms proudly and lifted her chin.

Garion only smiled wider.

Alira took a deep breath. "You can’t just say ’as expected’ to something this abnormal."

Garion shrugged casually. "What can I say? She’s my very first disciple."

He placed one hand on Dahlia’s shoulder. "She’s also the one I trained the most. Of course she’s this strong."

Dahlia immediately grinned. "That’s right. I survived Master’s training longer than anyone."

Garion nodded seriously. "Exactly. That alone already makes her a monster."

Alira stared at both master and disciple silently.

For some reason, she suddenly felt like arguing with them was pointless.

Garion then leaned closer with an excited grin. "So? Is she good enough?"

Alira blinked. "Good enough for what?"

"For the tournament, of course."

Garion pointed at Dahlia proudly. "Can she become a really good fighter there?"

Dahlia cracked her knuckles loudly. "Master, don’t ask if I can become good."

Her grin widened. "Ask how badly I’m allowed to bully them."

Alira stared at her. Then she slowly sighed. "...Fine. But later, after I formally register her."

Garion grinned immediately. "Good enough."

Dahlia crossed her arms proudly. "So I’m joining this tournament thing?"

Garion patted her shoulder. "Of course. This is your first cosmic debut. Don’t embarrass God Gym."

Dahlia’s eyes sharpened with excitement. "Master, you should worry about the other participants instead."

Alira looked at the two of them and suddenly felt a headache coming.

Why are both master and disciple like this?

She closed the registration screen and turned toward the silver ship. "Anyway, both of you are coming with me now."

Garion blinked. "Huh? Already?"

Alira nodded. "Of course. The tournament is about to start soon. This planet is quite far from the terminal, so we need to leave now."

She glanced at Garion. "Actually, I was already planning to bring you back today after delivering the [Origin]."

Garion rubbed his chin. "I see..."

Then his grin slowly widened. "Okay then."

He turned toward Dahlia and jerked his thumb toward the ship. "Dahlia, board the ship."

Dahlia looked at the silver vessel with interest. "So this is a cosmic ship?"

Garion laughed. "Yeah. And trust me, it’s way crazier than it looks."

Alira quietly walked toward the entrance. "Please don’t touch anything inside."

Dahlia blinked innocently. "Why are you looking at me when saying that?"

"Because you look like the type who would touch everything."

Garion immediately burst into laughter.

Dahlia grinned. "Hahaha! She understands me fast."

Alira sighed even harder.

A few moments later, the silver ship rose from the brutal planet’s surface.

VVVVMMMMM!!!

Storm clouds split apart as the vessel shot into the sky.

Below them, the violent world of God Gym slowly became smaller.

Garion stood near the window, staring down at the planet with a satisfied smile.

"Wait for us," he muttered. "Soon, everyone will know this place."

Dahlia stood beside him, eyes burning with excitement. "And I’ll make sure they remember God Gym."

The silver ship broke through the atmosphere and rushed back into endless space.

---

The silver ship moved through space at terrifying speed.

Countless stars stretched into long lines outside the window as the ship rushed back toward the Cosmic Terminal.

Dahlia stood near the glass with shining eyes, both hands pressed against the window like a child seeing fireworks for the first time. "So this is cosmic travel..."

Her grin widened. "Hahaha! This is amazing!"

Garion leaned back in his seat lazily. "Right? I told you this ship was crazier than it looks."

Alira ignored both of them and calmly continued controlling the ship.

Then suddenly, a holographic screen appeared in front of her.

Manager Paren’s face quickly emerged. "Alira, is everything going smoothly?"

Alira nodded. "Everything is fine, Manager."

Paren sighed in relief. "Good. Bring Garion back quickly. The tournament preparations are almost finished."

Alira glanced briefly toward Dahlia. "There is also one more thing. I need your help registering a new person."

Paren blinked. "A new person?"

Then his eyes shifted slightly.

Only then did he notice that beside Garion, there was another person standing in the ship.

Paren’s expression immediately turned confused. "Wait... who is that?"

Garion grinned and waved casually. "Oh, her? This is Dahlia Draconia, my disciple from my original world."

Paren froze. "...Your disciple from your original world?"

Garion nodded proudly. "Yep."

Paren stared at him in disbelief. "How the hell did you meet someone from your old world this fast? And this easily?"

Garion laughed shamelessly. "Haha! Just luck."

Paren’s mouth twitched.

For some reason, he didn’t believe that at all.

But after dealing with Garion for this long, Paren already understood one thing.

Asking too much would only give him a headache.

So he rubbed his forehead and sighed. "Fine. Alira, send me her data. I’ll handle the registration."

Alira nodded calmly. "Understood."

Then she paused for a moment. "But Manager..."

Paren raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Alira looked at the screen seriously. "Please don’t be surprised."

Alira didn’t answer immediately.

She simply tapped the screen and sent Dahlia’s registration data directly to him.

A second later, several lines of information appeared in front of Paren.

At first, his expression remained calm.

Then his eyes moved lower until he finally saw the last line.

[Name: Dahlia Draconia]

[Race: Dragon]

[Age: 24]

[Cultivation Realm: Late Awakening Realm]

[Threat Evaluation: A1]

For a moment, Paren didn’t move at all.

Then his entire body suddenly stiffened. "What..."

His chair tilted backward slightly as he nearly lost balance.

Alira calmly watched from the other side of the screen.

Garion only grinned like he had been waiting for this exact reaction.

Dahlia crossed her arms proudly beside him.

Paren grabbed the edge of his desk just in time before he almost fell over.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!"