Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method-Chapter 412: Pirates Should’ve Trained Harder

It had already been a year since the Vulkran and Shivera clans officially entered God Gym.

Time passed quickly.

At first, many people had expected chaos, like pride battles or secret fights in the middle of the night. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

But instead, something else happened.

God Gym simply grew stronger.

Around the waters near the former Demon Gate Island, pirate groups had once roamed freely.

Now, whenever a pirate ship appeared on the horizon, disciples from God Gym would step forward casually, like it was routine training.

Most of the time, the fights didn’t even last long.

"Is that it?" one young disciple muttered as he shook his wrist after knocking a pirate captain unconscious.

Another disciple snorted while tying up the remaining pirates. "They don’t even last ten moves."

Ships flying the God Gym banner had become something pirates feared.

Some even turned their ships around the moment they spotted them.

Even so, despite recruiting many people this past year, their total numbers were still not considered large compared to other top factions.

But no one dared to underestimate them anymore.

Because even if their numbers were low, their overall strength was on another level.

Around the old Demon Gate Island, six main islands now stood clearly divided.

Their names were basically god islands, followed by the other six names: Nature, Flame, Thunder, Ice, Poison, and Muscle.

Each one had its own purpose.

On Nature God Island, the air felt calm and fresh.

Trees grew taller than before, and training grounds were built between forests instead of clearing them.

The Avenora Clan had practically taken charge there.

Arden stood with a scroll in hand while watching a few younger disciples circulate their nature mana.

"No, no, don’t force it," he said gently, adjusting his glasses. "Let it flow. You’re not fighting the forest. You’re working with it."

A disciple scratched his head awkwardly and tried again.

Nearby, Aveline watched silently with her hands behind her back.

She gave a small nod when the mana flow finally stabilized.

On Flame God Island, things were very different.

Explosions echoed almost every hour.

Valtor stood bare-chested in the middle of a scorched training ground, laughing loudly as flames wrapped around his fists.

"Again!" he shouted. "If you’re not sweating, you’re not training!"

A Vulkran disciple rushed forward, flames bursting from his arms. The clash sent sparks flying.

Rika leaned against a pillar nearby, fanning herself. "You people really don’t get tired, huh?"

Valtor grinned. "Tired? That’s just weakness leaving the body!"

Thunder God Island was even louder.

Cracks of lightning split the air as thunder-element Revalis members practiced in synchronized formations.

One strike followed another, fast and sharp.

Rena wiped sweat from her forehead and laughed. "Faster! If the lightning doesn’t scare you, you’re too slow!"

A bolt shot down, hitting a training dummy and turning it black.

Ice God Island was the opposite. It was really quiet and controlled.

Seira walked slowly across a frozen platform while a few Shivera disciples stood in meditation.

Frost spread evenly under their feet, forming smooth patterns across the ground.

One young disciple opened his eyes and bowed his head slightly. "Senior Seira, is this stable?"

Seira glanced at the frost, then at him. "It’s acceptable. Don’t let your emotions spike."

He straightened up immediately.

Meanwhile, Poison God Island smelled... strange and also really dangerous.

Inside a massive laboratory building, Mersha was hunched over a table covered in bottles of different colors.

Her eyes were sparkling with excitement.

"No, no, no, if I increase the concentration by three percent, it might explode..." she muttered quickly, then giggled. "But maybe a controlled explosion!"

One of her assistants stepped back nervously. "Senior Mersha, are we sure about this?"

She waved her hand. "Relax! If it melts through the floor, that just means it works!"

Several shelves behind her were filled with supplements, potions, and enhancement pills that had become famous across nearby seas.

And finally, Muscle God Island, which is basically the busiest island of all.

Unlike the others, this one was open to visitors.

Merchants, martial artists, and even envoys from other factions walked through its large ports daily.

Massive training halls stood near the docks. The sound of weights slamming against the floor echoed constantly.

Garion’s system was most visible here. Disciples trained in groups, correcting each other’s stances.

"No, your back is bending."

"Keep your core tight."

"Again."

Even visitors who came to "observe" often ended up sweating by the end of the day.

Rachel Revalis currently stood on the wide stone platform overlooking the central training square.

She wore her usual calm expression, hands folded lightly in front of her.

Below her, a group of newly recruited disciples were sparring. One stumbled and fell flat on his back.

Rachel stepped forward slightly. "Stand up," she said gently.

The young man quickly scrambled up, embarrassed. "Yes, Elder Rachel."

She smiled softly. "Falling is normal. Staying down is not."

He swallowed and nodded.

Behind her, one visiting elder from another faction cleared his throat.

"Elder Rachel, is it true that Master Garion has not personally overseen this island for months?"

Rachel turned her head slowly, her expression still warm.

"Leader Garion is currently handling matters on the central island," she replied calmly.

"God Gym functions as a system. It does not collapse just because one person steps away."

The elder studied the training square again. Disciples of different clans were training side by side.

He frowned slightly. "You really believe this can last?"

Rachel’s smile deepened just a little. "It already has."

Below them, two disciples collided mid-spar, rolled across the ground, then burst out laughing before standing up again.

The elder watched silently.

Around the six islands, ships continued moving, training continued, and growth continued.

As for the original Demon Gate Island, the central island where the gate once stood, it remained restricted.

Garion was still there, and no one knew exactly what he was preparing next.

What the others knew was that the demon gate island would soon become something that no other faction could ignore anymore.