Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method-Chapter 384: Dragon Dad Throws a Tantrum

Darius glared at Sorien, his expression dark and tense.

Sorien slowly stood up, smoothing his sleeve as if nothing unusual had happened.

"Remember what I said, Darius," he said evenly. "Don’t try it."

Darius scoffed, but Sorien continued before he could speak.

"You are already known as a bad patriarch within your own clan," Sorien said.

Darius’s eyes twitched.

"But don’t become the worst kind," Sorien added, his voice firm, "by destroying your own clan with your own hands."

Silence filled the hall.

Sorien turned his head slightly. "Sindral."

Sindral immediately stood up, his posture straight. "Yes."

Without another glance back, Sorien began walking toward the exit.

Sindral followed closely behind him, his footsteps echoing softly across the stone floor.

The doors closed behind them.

For a few seconds, Darius remained still.

Then his fist slammed down on the armrest.

"Damn it!" he snarled. "Damn it, Sorien!"

His breath came out heavy as anger burned in his eyes.

"How dare you speak to me like that," he growled. "In my own hall."

He stood up abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor.

"And Dahlia..." he muttered, teeth clenched. "To think you’re still alive."

His expression twisted with bitterness.

"Just like your mother," he said coldly. "Always in my way. Always ruining everything."

His hand tightened into a fist.

"I swear it," Darius said quietly, rage trembling in his voice. "I will kill you."

The empty hall gave no answer.

Only the echo of his own words remained, heavy and dangerous.

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Back at the God Gym, Garion stood facing his disciples.

Everyone was still gathered in front of him, the mood calm but curious.

Dahlia crossed her arms and leaned forward slightly, her eyes sharp with interest.

"Alright, Master," she said. "Now that we’re officially a Grand Faction, you can’t dodge this anymore."

She tilted her head. "Tell us. What’s the original identity of your body?"

A few of the others perked up immediately.

Arden blinked. "Y-Yeah... I was wondering about that too."

Rynor grinned. "You’ve been mysterious long enough."

Garion let out a short laugh and rubbed the back of his neck.

"I knew this was coming," he said. "But honestly, I don’t know much myself."

He spread his hands. "I woke up in this body with no memories of its past."

Dahlia frowned slightly. "There has to be something, Master. Every body leaves traces."

She tapped her temple. "Think carefully. Anything at all."

Garion went quiet.

He stared at the floor for a few seconds, brows drawn together. Then his eyes widened a little.

"...Ah," he said. "There is one thing."

Everyone leaned in.

"My name," Garion continued. "The only thing I knew from the start."

He looked up. "Garion Gravithor."

Rachel blinked. "Gravithor...?"

Rynar tilted his head. "That sounds heavy."

Valtor scratched his chin. "Never heard of it."

Most of them looked confused.

But Dahlia froze.

"...Gravithor?" she repeated slowly.

She stared at Garion, then suddenly burst out laughing.

"No wonder," she said. "No wonder you’re like this."

Garion raised an eyebrow. "Like what?"

"Ridiculously strong," Dahlia replied. "To think you’re from the Gravithor Clan."

The others stiffened.

"Clan?" Arden echoed.

Garion frowned. "What’s so special about them?"

Dahlia’s smile faded into something serious.

"The Gravithor Clan was famous for gravity," she said. "Pure gravity power."

She continued, "Their first and second realms were nothing impressive. People even mocked them."

"But once they reached the Third Realm..." She paused. "They became monsters."

Ragric’s eyes widened. "Monsters how?"

"No domain could withstand theirs," Dahlia said simply.

"Their gravity crushed everything. They were one of the strongest Grand Clans in history."

Silence fell.

Garion stared at her. "...Then where are they now?"

Dahlia exhaled slowly. "Destroyed. Decades ago."

She shrugged lightly. "They were too powerful. Too arrogant. They made too many enemies."

Her eyes hardened. "Strength doesn’t matter if the whole world wants you dead."

Garion nodded slowly.

"...I see," he said quietly.

For the first time, the mystery around his body felt a little less empty.

Garion let out a slow breath and shook his head.

"To think," he said, half amused, half thoughtful, "the secret of this body is something like that. A leftover from a destroyed Grand Clan."

He glanced at his hands again, flexing his fingers.

"Just a surviving member who didn’t even know it."

Dahlia waved a hand dismissively and stepped closer.

"Don’t overthink it," she said. "If anything, it explains a lot."

She grinned. "And thanks to that body, you grew into a complete monster, Master."

Rynor laughed. "That’s putting it lightly."

Arden nodded. "Yeah... everything makes more sense now."

Dahlia crossed her arms. "And you’re not alone. We’re all here."

She looked around at the others. "And don’t forget... we’re strong too. Really strong."

Garion lifted his head and smirked.

"Of course," he said. "Do you think I’m scared?"

He snorted. "Hell no."

His eyes sharpened slightly.

"Honestly, I’m excited," he continued. "I want to see who’s brave or stupid enough to come and attack us now."

Valtor cracked his knuckles. "I like that attitude."

Dahlia clicked her tongue. "Relax, Master."

She pointed at him. "Let’s grow properly first."

She glanced at the group. "We’re still all in the Second Realm."

Garion laughed and raised both hands. "Alright, alright."

He nodded. "Fair enough. One step at a time."

Rachel smiled softly and clasped her hands together.

"Alright," she said gently. "Now that we’ve answered what we wanted to know, let’s head back to our rooms."

She looked around at everyone. "It’s already night. Tomorrow we still have training."

A few tired groans mixed with nods.

"Training never ends," Rynor muttered, though he was already turning around.

Dahlia stretched her arms. "You say that every time."

One by one, they began to disperse, footsteps echoing lightly across the God Gym grounds.

Garion watched them leave, a faint smile still on his face.

Soon, he returned to his own room.

Inside, the space was quiet.

Garion sat down for a moment, then leaned back and looked up at the ceiling.