Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method-Chapter 442: A Deal With The Devil

Far from the God Archipelago, in a dark fortress built into a jagged mountain, two figures walked through a long stone corridor.

Darius Draconia walked with slow, heavy steps.

Beside him was Pelion.

The Chimera General moved calmly, hands behind his back, as if this place belonged to him.

At the end of the corridor stood a massive black door.

Two guards opened it immediately.

Pelion stepped inside, and Darius followed.

The room beyond was wide and dimly lit.

At the center of the hall a young man sat on a throne. He looked so relaxed.

But the moment Darius stepped inside, the young man raised his eyes.

Pelion stopped walking. "My lord."

The young man waved his hand casually. "Relax, Pelion."

His eyes shifted toward Darius. "So..."

He leaned back in his chair. "You are Darius Draconia, huh?"

Darius stood straight. "Yes."

The young man studied him for a moment. "To think the great Draconia Clan has fallen so low."

Darius’ expression immediately hardened. His brows pulled together. "I did not come here to be mocked."

The young man chuckled quietly. "Relax."

He rested his elbow on the arm of the chair. "I’m not mocking you."

He smiled again. "I’m simply stating reality."

Darius clenched his jaw but stayed silent.

Pelion watched the exchange with quiet amusement.

The young man stood up from his chair.

He walked forward slowly. "I am Heinkel, the Chimera Lord."

He stopped a few steps away from Darius.

Darius looked at him carefully.

To his surprise, the man in front of him looked extremely young.

Darius narrowed his eyes slightly. "You are younger than I expected."

Heinkel shrugged. "Age is not very important."

He smiled again. "What matters is power."

He slowly walked around Darius as he spoke. "You lost your clan, your reputation, and your position as a Grand Faction."

Darius’ fists slowly tightened.

Heinkel noticed but did not stop. "But don’t worry too much about that."

He stopped walking and faced him again. "You have joined Black Chimera."

He spread his arms slightly. "The strongest faction in the world."

Pelion smiled faintly behind them.

Heinkel continued. "And now..."

He leaned slightly closer to Darius. "You can get your revenge."

His voice lowered. "On both Garion and Dahlia."

Darius’ fists clenched tightly.

The name alone was enough to make his blood boil.

Heinkel noticed the reaction and smiled wider. "Yes. That’s the look I expected."

He turned and walked toward a table.

On the table lay a black scroll.

He picked it up and tossed it lightly toward Darius.

Darius caught it. "What is this?"

Heinkel answered casually. "Our cultivation path, the Demonic Chimera Cultivation Path."

Darius looked down at the scroll.

"With this path..." Heinkel continued calmly. "You can become far stronger than before."

Darius did not answer immediately.

Instead, he glanced around the hall.

He looked again at the chimera soldiers standing near the walls.

Some of them looked... unstable.

Darius frowned and looked back at Heinkel. "They look... deranged."

Heinkel noticed the concern and smirked. "Don’t worry too much; they are just the failed ones."

Heinkel didn’t even look at them.

Instead, he looked straight at Darius. "But someone like you..."

He tilted his head slightly. "The great Darius Draconia..."

His smile grew wider. "You will surely survive this, won’t you?"

Darius didn’t answer immediately.

His eyes returned to the black scroll in his hand.

Heinkel continued speaking. "With this path... you can become even stronger than before."

Pelion leaned against the wall nearby, watching quietly.

Darius’ grip on the scroll slowly tightened.

For a moment, the room was silent.

Then Darius spoke. "...Fine."

His voice was low but firm. "Then I will take this path."

He slowly rolled the scroll back up. "I will become stronger through this."

He looked back at Heinkel. "Strong enough to destroy God Gym."

Heinkel chuckled softly. "That’s the spirit."

Darius’ jaw tightened slightly. "But listen carefully."

Heinkel raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

Darius spoke slowly. "My clan members are also here."

He gestured slightly behind him, toward the fortress beyond the hall. "They followed me."

His voice grew colder. "If Draconia has fallen... then we will rebuild it here."

He stared directly at Heinkel. "So make sure they become stronger as well."

The room fell quiet again.

Heinkel didn’t answer right away.

Instead, Pelion stepped forward and smiled calmly. "Don’t worry."

He clasped his hands behind his back. "I will personally handle their training."

Darius looked at him.

Pelion’s smile stayed relaxed. "After all..."

He glanced toward the chimera soldiers in the hall. "New recruits always require proper guidance."

Heinkel laughed lightly. "Pelion is very good at that."

He walked back toward his chair and sat down again. "If your people have potential..."

He rested his chin on his hand. "They will grow stronger."

His eyes sharpened slightly. "And if they don’t..."

He shrugged casually. "They become fuel for the ones who do."

Darius’ expression didn’t change.

He had already expected something like that.

Pelion looked at Darius again. "Bring them tomorrow. I’ll start the first stage of Chimera integration."

Darius nodded once. "Good."

He turned and began walking toward the exit.

But before leaving, he stopped. He looked back once more. "Garion and Dahlia."

His fist tightened again. "They will pay for what they did to Draconia."

Heinkel smiled from his chair. "I look forward to seeing that."

Pelion’s eyes gleamed slightly. "Yes."

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Garion and the others were already on their way back to God Island.

The large flying ship moved steadily through the sky above the God Archipelago.

Inside the ship, the atmosphere was lively. Many of the members were excited about the changes Garion had just announced.

The new titles, the new structure, and especially the mention of God Island had made everyone curious.

Dahlia was already asking questions nonstop, while Valtor laughed loudly and guessed what the new island might look like.

Even the usually calm Seira was quietly discussing the future of God Gym.

Meanwhile, in a private room inside the ship, the atmosphere was much quieter.

Garion stood near the window with his arms crossed.

Rachel stood across from him, her expression calm as she looked at him.

For a moment, the two of them simply looked at each other.