Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method-Chapter 453: Garion Forgot This Was A War

Garion sat in his room, leaning back in his chair.

The room was quiet, but outside the window the lights of God Island were still on. Even at night, the base did not truly sleep.

The next day, the war would begin.

Garion rested one arm on the desk and looked out the window for a moment.

The past few days had been busy.

All the disciples had been forced to train under the hundred-times gravity of the island.

Many of them had struggled at first, barely able to stand, but slowly they had adapted.

Now most of them could at least walk normally. Some were even starting to train properly.

Mersha had also been working nonstop in the laboratory.

Bottles of potions and supplements had already filled several storage racks.

Meanwhile, Valtor and Arden had been busy inside the forge. They had produced a surprising number of weapons.

Garion scratched his head slightly. "Not bad for a few days of work."

Then suddenly... Ring!

The phone on his desk lit up. Garion glanced down and picked it up. "Yeah?"

A familiar voice came from the other side. "Garion."

It was Sorien. Garion leaned back slightly. "Ah, Sorien, what’s the matter?"

Sorien ignored the comment as usual. "The council has finalized the plan."

Garion nodded slowly. "Alright. So where are we meeting?"

Sorien spoke clearly. "There is a plateau near the western border of Draconia territory."

Garion grabbed a pen and wrote down the coordinates on a small paper. "That’s where the allied forces will gather."

Garion glanced at the numbers. "Hmm. That’s pretty close to their territory."

Sorien answered calmly. "That is intentional."

Garion chuckled quietly. "Straightforward."

Sorien continued. "The Drakenfel clan will arrive first. They know the area best. Clark and Floren will also be there." 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Garion stretched his neck slightly. "Alright, so we gather there first."

"Yes," Sorien said. "Then we move together."

Garion nodded. "What time?"

"Morning," Sorien answered.

Garion smirked. "Good."

He stood up from the chair and walked toward the window.

Sorien gave a short answer. "I’ll be there."

For a moment he just stood there quietly. Then he stretched his arms once. "Well."

He looked toward the door. "Looks like tomorrow is going to be busy."

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The next morning, Garion stood in front of the gathered disciples.

About thirty people stood there in a loose formation. Compared to the full number of members in God Gym, it was not many.

Garion slowly looked across their faces.

Rachel stood calmly beside him.

Valtor was stretching his shoulders like he was about to enter a fight arena.

The twins were standing together, whispering something to each other with wide grins.

Dahlia stood quietly with her arms crossed, her eyes focused and serious.

Clara and Eliza stood nearby, with Clara looking excited while Eliza remained as calm and quiet as ever.

Garion placed his hands behind his back. "This is everyone?"

Rachel nodded. "Yes. The rest are still training."

Garion nodded once.

Raviel and Aveline had stayed behind on the island.

Someone had to continue training the other disciples and manage the base.

Garion had also intentionally brought only a small group.

This war was not just about numbers. It was also a test of strength.

Garion looked at the group again. He had actually underestimated the enemy a little.

If he brought too many people, the battle might end too quickly.

That would be boring.

He smirked slightly. Then he raised his voice. "Are you all ready?"

Valtor immediately raised his fist into the air. "Of course we’re ready!"

He laughed loudly. "I’ve been waiting for a real fight!"

The twins also raised their hands.

Rynor grinned. "Yeah! Time for the Terror Twins to make their debut!"

Rynar cracked his knuckles. "I hope they’re strong enough."

Dahlia simply nodded. "I’m ready."

Her eyes were calm but serious. "This is my former clan after all."

Clara leaned forward slightly with a grin. "A war between grand factions."

She clapped her hands once. "This is going to be fun."

Eliza quietly nodded beside her.

Garion looked across them all again. "Alright. Then let’s go."

He turned and began walking toward the harbor.

The others followed behind him. Soon the large flying ship came into view.

Valtor whistled. "Haha... I still like this thing."

The twins immediately ran toward the ramp. "Race you! Hey! That’s cheating!"

Rachel shook her head slightly while watching them.

Garion walked up the ramp calmly. One by one, the disciples boarded the ship.

A deep sound came from the engines as the ship lifted from the harbor.

Garion stood near the front window, looking toward the distant horizon.

The meeting point with the other factions was not far.

And beyond that... the Draconia territory.

Garion folded his arms and smirked slightly. "Alright. Let’s go start a war."

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Garion’s single flying ship cut through the sky and soon approached the meeting area.

The plateau below was already filled with people.

Warriors from different factions stood in organized formations, weapons ready and armor shining under the morning sun.

Among them were the representatives of the Solmira Clan, the Supreme Root Sect, the Night Pleasure Sect, and the Drakenfel Clan.

Sorien stood near the center of the plateau with the other leaders.

One of the Drakenfel elders suddenly looked up. "...Something is coming."

Everyone turned their heads toward the sky.

A single flying ship slowly descended from the clouds.

Clark squinted slightly. "...Only one ship?"

Floren tilted his head and chuckled. "Well, that’s unexpected."

Another Drakenfel warrior frowned. "Isn’t this supposed to be a war? Why did he only bring a single flying ship?"

Several people around them murmured quietly.

Sorien stood silently with his arms crossed as the ship lowered closer to the ground.

The engines hummed as the vessel slowly descended toward the plateau.

One of the Solmira elders leaned toward Sorien. "Sorien... are you sure this Garion understands what kind of war this is?"

Sorien didn’t answer immediately. His eyes stayed on the descending ship.

After a moment, he spoke calmly. "...Knowing him. He probably understands very well."