Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method-Chapter 414: Stop Poking The Gym

Inside the main hall of the Draconia Clan, Darius Draconia stood in front of a wide window overlooking the training grounds below.

Behind him, one of his trusted assistants knelt on one knee, head lowered.

Darius did not turn around.

"Is it done?"

The assistant swallowed. "Yes, Patriarch. We sent multiple groups disguised as pirates toward the God Archipelago."

Darius’s fingers tightened slightly behind his back.

"And?"

The assistant hesitated for half a second.

"They failed."

Silence filled the hall.

Outside, distant dragon roars echoed faintly from the lower arena. Inside, the air felt heavy.

"They were intercepted before reaching inner waters," the assistant continued carefully. "Even their outer patrol disciples are... far stronger than expected."

Darius slowly turned around.

"How strong?"

The assistant lowered his head further. "Even mid-tier disciples easily defeated our hired captains."

He hesitated but continued. "Some of the smaller factions under us attempted pressure as well... but they began withdrawing."

Darius’s brows lowered slightly. "Withdrawing?"

"Yes. They reported heavy losses. They claim God Gym’s path makes even ordinary members abnormal."

Darius’s jaw tightened.

"Abnormal."

The assistant nodded nervously. "Yes, Patriarch."

Darius walked past him slowly, his robe brushing lightly against the stone floor.

The assistant stiffened as he continued to report.

"We also received another message this morning from the Solmira Clan."

Darius stopped walking.

The assistant continued quickly, "They stated clearly that any direct movement against God Gym would be interpreted as destabilizing Grand Faction balance."

Darius let out a quiet breath through his nose. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

"Sorien."

The name left his mouth flatly.

The assistant dared to look up slightly. "Patriarch... should we halt further action?"

Darius did not answer immediately.

He walked to the center of the hall and rested one hand on the large stone table.

After a moment, he spoke.

"And those people?"

The assistant blinked. "Patriarch?"

Darius did not look at him.

"I have sold them many dragons," he said calmly.

His fingers tapped once against the stone. "It has been a year."

He finally lifted his eyes toward the assistant. "How is there no news from them?"

The assistant swallowed and quickly lowered his head again. "They... reported that they are still reforming, Patriarch."

Darius’s expression did not change. "Reforming?"

"Yes," the assistant continued carefully.

"They said internal restructuring takes time. They assured us they would inform you once preparations are complete."

Darius stared at him for a few seconds.

The assistant felt the pressure immediately and lowered his head even further.

Darius slowly removed his hand from the table and began walking toward him.

"I am not patient," Darius said flatly.

The assistant’s back stiffened.

"Remind them of that."

Darius stopped in front of him.

"Tell them they have two days."

The assistant looked up slightly, eyes wide.

"Two days," Darius repeated. "They will come here and report in person."

His gaze sharpened. "If they do not... we cut supply."

The assistant’s breathing grew a little heavier.

"No more dragons," Darius continued calmly.

He stepped past the assistant. "And if necessary, report them."

The assistant’s eyes widened. "To... Solmira?"

Darius paused but did not turn around. "To whoever needs to know."

His voice remained controlled.

"They think they can use my resources while hiding in silence."

He let out a quiet breath. "They are mistaken."

The assistant quickly bowed deeply. "Yes, Patriarch. I will send the message immediately."

Darius gave a small nod.

"Make it clear," he added. "I expect results. Not excuses."

"Yes."

The assistant rose quickly and left the hall.

Darius stood alone again.

For a brief moment, a faint crimson glow flickered in his eyes as a thin wave of dragon aura pulsed outward before fading.

He closed his eyes briefly, suppressing it.

"Everyone thinks I am restrained," he muttered quietly.

His hand clenched slightly at his side. "That does not mean I am weak."

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Inside a bright chamber within the Solmira Clan headquarters, Sorien stood near a long table covered with scrolls and sealed reports.

Across from him stood three Light Stewards, dressed in clean white uniforms marked with the Solmira emblem.

They stood straight, hands folded respectfully in front of them.

Sorien’s posture was relaxed, but his gaze was sharp.

"Have you sent the warning to Draconia regarding the pirate movements?" he asked calmly.

One of the Light Stewards nodded. "Yes, Lord Sorien. The official notice was delivered yesterday."

Sorien tilted his head slightly. "And their response?"

Another steward stepped forward half a step. "They replied that they would cease indirect actions immediately."

Sorien’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"They would cease," he repeated.

"Yes."

He walked slowly around the table, fingers brushing lightly against the edge of a scroll.

"Good," he said evenly. "Send a follow-up."

The stewards listened carefully.

"Tell them this is the last time."

His voice remained polite.

"If they attempt such behavior again..."

He stopped walking and looked at them directly.

"I will go there personally."

The temperature in the room seemed to drop slightly despite the sunlight.

The Light Stewards stiffened and bowed their heads. "Understood."

Sorien gave a small nod and walked toward the window, looking out at the inner courtyard where Solmira disciples were practicing controlled light techniques.

Sorien watched for a second before speaking again.

"Has Garion sent any communication?"

The stewards exchanged quick glances.

One of them answered carefully. "No, Lord Sorien. There has been no direct message from God Gym’s central island."

Sorien frowned slightly.

"Nothing at all?"

"No."

He exhaled quietly through his nose.

"That man..."

He folded his arms and stared outside.

"It has been nearly a year."

The stewards remained silent.

Sorien shook his head slightly.

"What is he doing now?"

One steward spoke cautiously. "Perhaps he is consolidating power internally."

"Perhaps," Sorien replied.

He tapped his fingers lightly against his arm.

"He eliminates a Demon Gate, restructures six islands, and turns four clans into God Clans... and then disappears."

His brows lowered just slightly.

"That is not normal."

The stewards kept their eyes lowered, waiting.

Sorien turned away from the window.

"Maintain observation," he said calmly. "But do not provoke."

"Yes, Lord Sorien."

"If he is preparing something, we must know before the world does."

The stewards nodded firmly.

Sorien looked back toward the sunlight one more time.

"Garion..." he muttered quietly.

"Whatever you are building..."

His expression became serious.

"I hope it does not destabilize everything I am trying to protect."