Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method-Chapter 425: Grand Phone Activated Drama

At the center island, Demon Gate Island, the ground trembled one last time.

Metal, stone, and strange glowing lines ran across its surface.

Training platforms floated in the air. Gravity fields shifted slowly around certain zones.

The entire place looked nothing like a traditional cultivation sect.

Garion stood at the highest platform and threw his head back. "Hahaha!"

His laughter echoed across the island. "Finally. After a whole year... it’s finished."

A calm, familiar voice responded inside his mind.

[Of course it is. What you built was on another level.]

Garion placed his hands on his hips, looking satisfied. "Of course, Atlas."

Garion smirked as he looked down at the massive base below him. "This is the main base of God Gym. If I’m building it, I’m building it properly."

A soft mechanical hum echoed as several gravity chambers activated automatically.

Atlas spoke again, dry as usual.

[Yes, I know it is the best. But you did not need to make it look so futuristic.]

Garion snorted. "What’s wrong with futuristic?"

[This is a cultivation world. Not a sci-fi world.]

Garion walked toward the edge of the platform, looking down at a rotating gravity training chamber.

[And also, you are a gym owner. Not a technology expert.]

Garion laughed again. "So what?"

He stretched his arms casually. "As long as it helps train the body, I don’t care what it looks like."

He tapped one of the glowing control panels.

The gravity inside one chamber suddenly increased, cracking the stone floor beneath it. "See? Efficient."

Atlas replied without emotion.

[You used almost all remaining [Origins] energy from the entire archipelago.]

Garion raised an eyebrow. "It was worth it."

[Don’t act modest. It was already fast. You basically drained the leftover [Origins] after you restructured the six islands.]

Garion rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Still took longer than I thought."

[One year to rebuild a central domain core using the remaining [Origins] energy is not slow.]

Garion waved his hand casually. "Come on. It’s not that bad."

He stretched his arms above his head and rolled his shoulders.

Atlas replied flatly.

[Damn you, Host.]

Garion laughed. "You complain too much."

He was about to continue admiring the base when he suddenly paused. "...Hmm."

Atlas reacted immediately.

[Wait. Let me check.]

Garion didn’t move. He simply stood there with his arms relaxed at his sides.

A few seconds passed.

Then Atlas spoke again.

[Confirmed. Your direct disciple, Dahlia, is currently fighting what appears to be a demonic dragon.]

Garion blinked once. "A demonic dragon?"

His relaxed posture straightened slightly. "How can that even be here?"

Atlas answered without hesitation.

[Do you remember when we scanned the surrounding islands after restructuring the archipelago?]

Garion narrowed his eyes slightly. "...Yeah?"

[There was one sealed demonic dragon detected beneath a hidden island.]

Garion’s expression slowly changed.

Atlas continued.

[You told me to mark it and handle it later.]

Garion paused, and then he snapped his fingers. "Oh."

He scratched the back of his head. "I forgot."

Atlas did not respond immediately.

[...]

Garion looked toward the horizon, where faint lightning flashed in the distance. "So it broke out of the seal?"

[It appears so.]

Garion exhaled slowly. "And Dahlia ran into it."

[Correct.]

Atlas paused briefly.

[Do you intend to intervene?]

Garion’s lips slowly curved into a smirk. "No need."

He crossed his arms calmly. "Let her fight first."

Atlas processed for a moment.

[You are confident.]

Garion chuckled softly. "It’s been a while since she faced something on that level."

He folded his arms and tilted his head slightly. "By the way... the Grand Phone is with you, right?"

There was a short pause.

[Indeed.]

Garion’s lips curved upward. "Good."

He stretched his neck once, completely relaxed. "Call Sorien."

[Connecting.]

Garion kept watching the horizon as faint thunder echoed from far away. "Tell him a demonic dragon has appeared within God Gym territory."

Atlas processed.

[Should I include details?]

Garion chuckled lightly. "Of course include details."

He tapped his chin. "And you said that dragon absorbed Draconia blood, right?"

[Correct.]

Garion’s smile widened slightly. "Then it’s obvious."

He looked amused. "It must be the work of Draconia."

Atlas spoke evenly.

[Correlation probability: high.]

Garion snorted. "Doesn’t matter if it’s 100% confirmed or not."

He stretched his arms casually. "Just inform Sorien properly."

His tone remained light. "After all, Solmira likes stability, right?"

[They do.]

Garion grinned. "Then let’s help them maintain it."

He looked almost entertained now. "Hehehe."

Atlas remained neutral.

[You are instigating political pressure.]

Garion shrugged. "I’m reporting a demonic dragon."

He raised both hands slightly. "I’m being responsible."

There was a short silence before Atlas replied.

[Connection established. Sorien is receiving the message.]

Garion nodded. "Good."

He looked back at the storm in the distance. "Let’s see how Draconia explains this one."

His smile sharpened slightly. "Sometimes..."

He cracked his knuckles softly. "It’s fun to tell on someone."

---

Inside the Solmira Clan headquarters, several Light Stewards were organizing reports when a communication crystal suddenly lit up.

One of them blinked. "...Incoming message."

Another leaned closer. "From which faction?"

The steward’s eyes widened slightly. "...God Gym."

The room went quiet for a second.

"God Gym?" another repeated. "From Garion?"

They exchanged looks.

"He’s been silent for almost a year."

"Why now?"

They didn’t waste time. One of them immediately stood up. "Call the Sun Warden."

Moments later, Sorien walked into the chamber. His posture was straight, calm as always.

He looked at the glowing crystal. "Report."

A Light Steward bowed slightly. "A message from Garion of God Gym."

Sorien’s expression shifted slightly. "...Garion?"

He had indeed been quiet for a year. He wondered what happened. "Open it."

The steward activated the projection.

A floating message appeared in front of them. The tone was formal, but the wording felt... strange.

It read:

"Sir Sorien of the Solmira Clan, I would like to report that a demonic dragon is currently attacking my God Gym.

From what I sense, it appears to have absorbed Draconia blood.

This feels suspiciously connected to Draconia. As a responsible Grand Faction, I thought you should know.

Best regards, Garion."

The room went silent.

Sorien stared at the message without speaking.

"A demonic dragon..." he murmured quietly.