Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method-Chapter 395: Too Late to Suppress

Darius, the patriarch of the Draconia Clan, stood with his hands clasped behind his back, staring out through the tall windows of his hall.

"Tell me," he said slowly, without turning around. "What information did you gather about this... God Gym?"

His assistant straightened immediately. "Yes, Patriarch."

He hesitated for half a breath, then continued carefully. "God Gym is... unusual."

Darius turned his head slightly. "Go on."

"They only appeared a little over a year ago," the assistant said. "Yet their rise has been extremely fast."

Darius let out a quiet scoff. "Fast rises burn fast."

"That would normally be true," the assistant replied, "but their record says otherwise."

Darius finally turned around. "Explain."

"Their first major appearance was right after their founding," the assistant said.

"They entered the once-a-decade grand tournament."

Darius raised an eyebrow. "As a new sect?"

"Yes," the assistant confirmed. "And their disciple... Dahlia, participated."

At that name, Darius’s expression darkened.

"...Dahlia."

The assistant nodded. "She won. Alone."

Darius’s eyes narrowed. "Alone?"

"It was a battle royale format," the assistant continued. "She defeated every other participant by herself."

Silence fell for a moment.

"And because of that," the assistant added, "God Gym gained control over Demon Gate Island, along with a decade-long protection agreement."

Darius clenched his fist slightly.

"Continue."

"There’s more," the assistant said. "Garion, the master of God Gym... killed the Grand Elders of both the Avenora Clan and the Revalis Clan."

Darius’s breath paused.

"Killed?" he repeated.

"Yes," the assistant said. "Both clans were forced into submission afterward. They now refer to themselves as ’God Clans,’ operating under God Gym."

Darius laughed once, sharply. "Arrogant names."

The assistant did not respond, instead continuing, "Another confirmed report from the Solmira Clan states that Garion personally destroyed the Demon Gate on Demon Gate Island."

Darius’s smile vanished completely.

"...Destroyed it?"

"Yes," the assistant said. "And not sealed. Completely destroyed."

He swallowed. "After that, Sorien Solmira tested them."

Darius already knew the answer but asked anyway. "And?"

"They passed," the assistant said. "God Gym has been formally recognized as a Grand Faction."

The hall grew heavy.

"And now," the assistant finished quietly, "the entire archipelago surrounding Demon Gate Island is under God Gym’s control."

Darius slowly sat down in his seat.

"So," he muttered, staring at the floor, "a one-year-old sect... a Grand Faction... and my daughter is at its center."

His fingers tightened against the armrest.

"To think that my daughter... became this big. And now she has backing strong enough to stand as a Grand Faction."

He leaned back slightly, eyes dark.

"...Then tell me," Darius said at last, his voice low, "do you think we can do anything about them?"

The assistant hesitated, then frowned deeply. "I don’t think we can, Patriarch."

Darius’s gaze snapped toward him.

The assistant continued carefully, choosing every word.

"God Gym is no longer something we can touch quietly. They are a newly recognized Grand Faction. Too many eyes are on them."

He lowered his head slightly. "If we move now, Sorien will notice immediately."

Darius clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"And," the assistant added, "our reputation among the other Grand Factions is already... fragile."

That word was generous.

"We push further," the assistant said honestly, "and we won’t just anger God Gym. We’ll draw pressure from Solmira and possibly others."

Silence filled the hall.

Darius stared at the ceiling for several long seconds.

"...Tch."

He finally exhaled and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

"So force is off the table," he muttered.

The assistant nodded. "Yes, Patriarch."

Darius closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again, a different light forming inside.

"...Then we don’t move directly."

The assistant stiffened. "You mean..."

"Call them," Darius said calmly.

The assistant’s eyes widened. "Call... them?"

He hesitated. "Are you sure?"

Darius nodded once. "Yes."

He stood up slowly, his expression unreadable. "I’ve sold them a large number of dragon beasts over the years."

The assistant swallowed. "You mean that group?"

"Yes," Darius replied. "They owe us."

He turned toward the window again. "If I can’t suppress God Gym..."

A faint, cold smile appeared.

"...then it’s time to ask for a favor."

The assistant lowered his head. "Understood."

---

Back at the God Gym, Garion suddenly scratched his ear.

"...Why is it itching," he muttered.

[What’s the matter?]

Garion lowered his hand. "Feels like someone’s talking about me."

[I see. Is it Rachel?]

Garion paused, then scowled. "Shut up."

He exhaled and leaned back against the railing, looking out over the grounds. "Alright. Let’s focus."

[On what?]

"Our current problem," Garion said. "I’ve got the editor now. I can see the whole God Gym area and all of Demon Gate Island."

He crossed his arms. "I want to rename the island. God Island. And I want to change the whole place into a proper gym."

He glanced around, imagining it. "Training zones. Recovery areas. Open combat fields. No wasted land."

He looked straight ahead. "Can you do that?"

There was a brief pause.

[Of course I can.]

Garion nodded. "Good."

[But I should warn you.]

Garion sighed. "Here it comes."

[We share the same mind. I know you don’t want something small or safe.]

[You want a gym that looks insane, feels insane, and trains people into monsters.]

Garion didn’t deny it. "That’s the point."

[Then you should know this will take time.]

Garion’s expression turned serious.

[Demon Gate Island is huge. Editing it means changing terrain, structure, flow, and internal balance across the entire island.]

[You’re not adding a building.]

[You’re rewriting the island.]

Garion nodded slowly. "How long?"

[Long enough that you shouldn’t have people standing around while it happens.]

Garion frowned. "Meaning?"

[I recommend moving the disciples first.]

He straightened. "All of them?"

[Yes.]

[If you start editing while they’re here, someone is going to get crushed, flung, buried, or accidentally launched into the ocean.]

Garion snorted. "...Yeah, that sounds about right."

He looked back toward the dorms, where lights were still on.

"Alright," he said quietly. "We’ll move them."

He clenched his fist slightly, excitement creeping in.

"Once this starts," Garion said, "God Island won’t just be a territory." 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

He smiled.

"It’ll be the greatest training ground in the world."

[Acknowledged.]

[When you’re ready, we begin.]

Garion looked out over the dark island, already picturing what it would become.

"...Yeah," he said. "Let’s do it."