Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method-Chapter 403: Seven Days Until Someone Gets Fried

Sarona looked at Garion calmly. "So... when do you want to do this?"

Vargan crossed his arms. "Yeah. Don’t say tomorrow. My clan needs time to get excited."

Garion leaned back in his chair, relaxed. "One week."

Vargan blinked. "Only one week?"

"That’s enough," Garion replied.

Sarona narrowed her eyes slightly. "Enough for you... or for us?"

Garion smirked faintly. "Both."

Vargan let out a short laugh. "Confident."

Garion shrugged. "Preparation doesn’t change strength. It only reveals it."

Sarona tapped her finger lightly on the table, thinking. "One week, then. We return, prepare our elites, and announce it."

Garion nodded. "Make it public. Let them understand what’s at stake."

Vargan grinned. "Oh, they’ll understand. If they lose, they bow. That’s enough to make them train like mad."

Sarona stood up slowly. "My clan won’t take this lightly."

"Good," Garion replied.

"One week," she said.

Vargan cracked his knuckles. "We’ll bring our best."

Garion stood as well. "So will we."

Vargan looked at him directly. "Don’t hold back your disciples." 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Garion’s lips curved slightly. "I never do."

Sarona gave a final nod. "Then we meet again in seven days."

Vargan laughed as he walked toward the exit. "Hahaha! This is getting interesting."

Garion watched them leave, calm as ever, until the doors closed behind them.

Aveline let out a quiet breath. "They’re quite confident."

Garion chuckled. "Confident?"

She glanced at him. "You challenged their entire clans, and they agreed without hesitation."

Garion shook his head. "They’re not confident they’ll win."

Aveline looked at him more closely. "Explain."

Garion crossed his arms. "They already lost to Raviel. And Sarona lost to you."

Aveline’s lips curved faintly. "That was only a friendly exchange."

"Still a loss," Garion said. "They’ve seen our path. They know it works."

Aveline tilted her head. "Then why accept so easily?"

Garion answered calmly, "Because they’re not fighting for themselves."

He glanced toward the sky. "They’re fighting for their clans’ pride."

Aveline understood. "...So they’re gambling."

Garion nodded. "They hope their elites can succeed where they failed."

Aveline was silent for a moment. "And if their elites lose?"

Garion grinned and simply answered. "Then they kneel without resentment."

Aveline studied him for a moment. "You planned this from the start."

Garion shrugged. "It’s the cleanest way."

She gave a small sigh. "You really don’t hesitate."

Garion looked at her and smiled. "If I hesitate, we stagnate."

Aveline nodded once. "...Very well."

Garion stretched slightly. "I’m heading back to Demon Gate Island."

Aveline looked at him. "To start your ’project’?"

Garion grinned faintly. "Yeah."

Aveline turned toward the hall. "I’ll tell Rachel to manage things here."

Garion nodded. "Good."

Aveline paused for a second. "Garion."

He looked back.

She turned serious. "Don’t break the island too much."

Garion laughed. "No promises."

Aveline shook her head faintly. "Go. We’ll handle things here."

Garion gave one last nod and left.

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Raviel walked beside his sister, hands behind his back.

Rachel moved slowly, looking at the gardens and open training grounds with soft eyes.

After a while, Raviel glanced at her.

"Sis," he said, voice steady. "How’s life there? In God Gym. Is it good?"

Rachel smiled gently. She folded her hands in front of her.

"Of course it’s good," she said. "It feels warm here. Not like before."

Raviel’s jaw tightened slightly. "When you were staying far from the clan."

She nodded. "Yes. Even though I was a Revalis... I lived alone far from the clan just because I’m weak."

Raviel stopped walking for a second. He looked ahead, then at her.

"This time is different," he said. "Revalis has joined as a God Clan. Officially."

Rachel looked at him with quiet pride.

Raviel continued, "All the rotten parts were cleaned out during the rebellion. The ones who only cared about power... they’re gone."

He clenched his fist lightly. "What’s left now are the good ones, the loyal ones."

Rachel stepped closer and touched his arm. "I believe you."

"So make sure you do your best. Lead them well. Make the God Clan something we can truly be proud of," she said softly.

Raviel gave a small nod. "I will."

Before Rachel could reply, a calm voice came from behind them.

"You two seem to be enjoying the island."

They both turned.

Aveline stood a few steps away, posture straight, hands resting calmly at her sides.

Raviel blinked. "Aveline? You’re done with the meeting already? With Garion, Sarona, and Vargan?"

Aveline gave a small nod. "Of course. It did not require long."

Raviel let out a slow breath. "That fast?"

"Sarona speaks little. Vargan speaks loudly. Garion speaks clearly," Aveline said. "It ended quickly."

Rachel smiled softly. "That sounds about right."

Raviel looked around. "Then where is Garion?"

"He already left," Aveline answered. "He returned to Demon Gate Island to begin his project."

Rachel tilted her head. "Already?"

Aveline’s eyes moved slightly toward the horizon. "He does not waste time."

Raviel gave a faint chuckle. "That sounds like him."

Aveline’s gaze shifted to Rachel. Her tone remained calm. "Rachel, Garion left an order for you."

Rachel blinked and lightly pointed at herself. "Me?"

"Yes."

Rachel straightened a little. "Alright. Let’s hear it."

Aveline glanced around.

"Not here," Aveline said. "We will speak in our room."

Rachel nodded at once. "Of course."

Raviel stepped forward with a small smile. "Then let me show the way, Sister."

Aveline turned to him. "You forget. I live there."

Raviel paused. Then he coughed once. "Right."

Rachel covered her mouth, trying not to laugh.

They began walking together.

Raviel walked slightly ahead, hands behind his back. Aveline walked beside Rachel, steps steady and quiet.

After a few moments, Rachel spoke softly. "Was the meeting tense?"

After a few moments, Rachel spoke softly, "Was the meeting tense?"

Aveline shook her head slightly. "Not that tense. After being defeated by us, they were more cautious than angry."

Raviel gave a small, satisfied smile. "Of course they were."

He leaned back in his chair and looked at his wife. "So. What do you want to talk about?"

Aveline didn’t sit immediately.

She stood near the window, hands lightly folded in front of her, eyes steady.

"Alright," she said. "Here it is."