Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method-Chapter 413: God Clans Fear Angry Auntie

Rachel sat at the head of the long wooden table inside the main hall of Muscle God Island.

Across from her sat the leaders of the four God Clans.

Raviel Revalis sat straight, hands resting calmly on the table.

Beside him was Aveline Avenora, posture elegant as always.

On the other side, Vargan Vulkran leaned back heavily in his chair, arms crossed.

While Sarona Shivera sat upright with her usual cold composure.

Vargan broke the silence first.

"So," he said loudly, tapping his fingers against the table, "do you know when Garion is finished?"

His voice carried through the room easily. "It’s been eleven months."

Sarona nodded slowly. "He met us once after we officially became God Clans and reorganized the six islands."

Vargan also added, "After that, he returned to the central island and hasn’t stepped out since. Eleven months is not short."

He leaned forward now, elbows on the table. "What is he even doing in there? Cultivating? Building something? Tearing reality apart?"

Sarona’s eyes shifted slightly toward Rachel. "We need information."

Rachel kept her gentle smile, hands folded calmly in front of her.

"There is no current danger to us," she said warmly.

"The surrounding seas are stable. Pirates are suppressed. The other Grand Factions are observing, not acting."

She looked at Vargan kindly. "So for now, please let him be."

Vargan stared at her for a moment, then leaned back again with a loud exhale. "Hmph. Fine. I just don’t like not knowing."

Rachel nodded slightly. "That is understandable."

She then adjusted her posture just a little, her expression turning more focused.

"Since we are all here, there is something important we must discuss."

The atmosphere in the room shifted.

Raviel’s eyes sharpened slightly. Aveline’s fingers paused lightly on the table.

Rachel continued gently, "You have all heard that the Draconia Clan has been moving quietly."

Aveline gave a small nod. "Yes. From the pirates we captured, we learned that many of them were ordered by factions under Draconia."

Vargan snorted. "Why are they going after us? Grand Factions cannot attack each other openly."

Rachel let out a soft sigh. "It seems I forgot to tell you something important."

All eyes turned to her.

She paused briefly, then spoke gently. "Dahlia... our first disciple... is the daughter of the Draconia Patriarch."

The room fell silent.

Vargan blinked once. "What?"

Raviel’s brows lowered slightly. Aveline’s expression remained calm, but her eyes became more focused.

Rachel continued in the same warm tone, though her voice was clearer now.

"Dahlia’s mother died within the Draconia Clan thanks to an internal conflict."

She folded her hands together lightly. "After that, Dahlia ran away, and because she was quite a renowned genius..."

She tapped the table lightly. "The Draconia Clan’s pride suffered. They became the laughing stock among certain circles."

Sarona’s voice cut in, calm and cold. "And now Dahlia rises within God Gym."

Rachel looked at her and nodded. "Yes."

Raviel leaned back slightly, thinking. "So her success is another blow to their pride."

"Exactly," Rachel replied.

Vargan’s lips slowly curled into a grin. "So this is about face."

Aveline spoke gently, "Not just face, but reputation and bloodline prestige."

Rachel nodded again. "Long story short... Dahlia’s existence in God Gym is a reminder of their failure."

Vargan laughed once. "So instead of facing it properly, they send pirates?"

Sarona’s voice was flat. "Cowardly."

Rachel’s smile softened, but her eyes were firm now.

"They cannot attack us directly. So they apply pressure indirectly and do many other unpleasant things."

She slowly looked at each of them one by one, her gaze calm but steady. "This is not yet war."

Her voice became clearer. "But it is the beginning of one."

The room fell quiet.

Raviel crossed his arms slowly, leaning back in his chair. His brows drew together slightly. "What do you propose?"

Rachel kept her gentle expression.

"Just do what you usually do," she said softly. "Strengthen your islands. Train your disciples. Stabilize your clans."

She paused briefly. "After Garion appears... I was planning for a war."

All of them frowned.

Vargan straightened in his seat. "War?"

Sarona’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Even Aveline’s calm expression shifted just a little.

Raviel looked at her carefully. "Sister... you’ve changed."

His tone wasn’t accusing, just surprised. "The sister I knew was always so kind."

Rachel looked at him for a moment, then smiled faintly.

"Little brother," she said gently, "I am still the kind sister. I am still the mother of God Gym."

Her fingers tightened around the glass she had been holding. "But if anyone dares to hurt my children... they will feel my wrath."

A sharp cracking sound filled the room.

Everyone’s eyes dropped.

The glass in her hand had shattered.

For a second, no one moved.

Rachel blinked, then looked down at her hand. A thin line of blood appeared across her palm.

"Oh," she said softly.

She loosened her grip and let the broken pieces fall away. "I’m sorry about that."

Aveline immediately reached forward. "Let me..."

"It’s fine," Rachel replied gently.

A faint golden glow flickered around her hand.

[Radiant Love] activated quietly, wrapping her palm in warm light. The small cut closed almost instantly.

Vargan stared at her hand, then at her face. "You call that fine?"

Sarona’s voice was calm. "Her control slipped."

Rachel placed her healed hand back on the table.

"My apologies," she said with a soft smile. "I did not intend to frighten anyone."

Raviel watched her carefully. His frown remained. "Sister... are you certain?"

Rachel met his eyes. "I am very certain."

She slowly stood up from her seat. Her movements were unhurried and composed.

"I have other matters to attend to," she said gently.

"Please continue coordinating your defenses. Keep communications steady between the islands."

She gave them a small nod. "And prepare quietly."

With that, she turned and walked toward the door.

The hall door closed softly behind her.

Silence lingered in the room.

Vargan let out a long breath and leaned back heavily. "That woman..."

Sarona nodded once. "She is kind."

She paused. "But when she is angry... she is terrifying."

Aveline folded her hands neatly. "She carries everyone’s burden."

Raviel looked at the broken glass on the table.

"My sister has always been gentle," he said quietly. "But she was never weak." 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Vargan crossed his arms again and gave a rough chuckle. "Even as a Vulkran patriarch... I wouldn’t want to be on her bad side."

Sarona gave a small, almost invisible nod.

"Even as a matriarch," she said calmly, "I cannot help but admire her."