Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method

Garion watched Rovak train for an entire week.

And the more he watched, the more interested he became.

”As expected of a cosmic race,” Garion muttered while standing near the training field.

Rovak was currently lifting a massive gravity bar while heavy chains wrapped around his arms, shoulders, waist, and legs.

Every movement was slow, and every breath he took was heavy. His muscles trembled visibly beneath the pressure.

Yet even after training nonstop for days, Rovak’s body kept recovering at an absurd speed.

Muscle tears, bruises, broken skin, damaged bones... things that would cripple normal trainees only made him sleep for a few hours before standing back up with a grin.

Garion rubbed his chin. ”Everything is different. Even his recovery is fast.”

He smiled. ”So this is the effect of the Drakhor bloodline.”

BOOM!

Rovak finally dropped the weight, cracking the ground beneath him.

He stood there, breathing hard, sweat dripping from his body, but his eyes burned brighter than before. ”Hahaha...”

Garion raised an eyebrow. ”Still laughing?”

Rovak clenched his fists several times, then slowly spread his fingers. ”It’s better.”

Garion looked at him. ”What is?”

Rovak grinned widely. ”My body.”

He rolled his shoulders, and his dark-red aura flickered around his muscles in a smoother way than before.

”I can feel my muscles better now. Before, I just used strength. If I wanted to punch, I punched. If I wanted to charge, I charged.”

He looked down at his arms with excitement. ”But now, I can feel where the power starts, where it gets wasted, and where it should explode.”

Garion’s grin widened. ”Good.”

Rovak looked at him eagerly. ”So what’s next?”

Garion rolled his neck and stepped into the open field. ”Now we fight.”

Rovak’s smile instantly turned savage. ”Finally!”

Garion raised one hand. ”At the same time, I’ll teach you how to use your body efficiently while fighting.”

Rovak cracked his knuckles. ”You mean combat training?”

Garion smiled. ”No.”

His eyes sharpened. ”Body correction.”

Rovak paused. ”That sounds less fun.”

Garion vanished.

Before Rovak could react, Garion appeared in front of him and tapped his chest with one finger.

BOOM!

Rovak’s entire body flew backward and smashed into the ground.

He coughed and looked up in shock. ”What the hell was that?”

Garion walked toward him calmly. ”Your stance was too open.”

Rovak grinned and jumped up. ”Again!”

He charged forward, dark-red aura bursting around his body.

Garion stepped aside, grabbed Rovak’s wrist, twisted slightly, and used Rovak’s own momentum to slam him into the ground.

BANG!

Rovak’s face hit the dirt.

Garion said calmly, ”Your charge wastes too much force.”

Rovak pushed himself up, laughing despite the dirt on his face. ”Hahaha! Good! Again!”

Garion smiled.

For the next hour, only two figures moved across the field.

Rovak attacked again and again.

Garion corrected him again and again.

By the end, Rovak lay on the ground, his chest rising and falling heavily.

Garion stood beside him. ”Understand now?”

Rovak stared at the sky, then slowly grinned. ”Yeah.”

His fist clenched. ”My form is bad.”

Garion nodded. ”Exactly.”

Rovak laughed softly. ”Then teach me properly, Coach.”

Garion’s grin became bright. ”Good answer.”

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Garion let Rovak rest for a while.

After an entire hour of being thrown, corrected, slammed, and buried into the ground again and again, even Rovak’s Drakhor body needed time to breathe.

Rovak lay flat on the training field, staring at the stormy sky with a huge grin on his face. ”Hahaha... this place is insane.”

Garion stood nearby with both hands in his pockets. ”You’re adapting faster than I expected.”

Rovak raised one thumb weakly. ”Of course. I’m strong.”

Garion smiled. ”Yeah, yeah. Rest for now.”

Rovak closed his eyes and focused on recovering.

At that moment, a tiny silver-haired figure appeared beside Garion’s shoulder.

Atlas floated lazily with his arms crossed, invisible to Rovak.

[So, is your training going to be like this all the time?]

Garion raised an eyebrow. ”Of course. Why?”

Atlas stared at him silently.

[Garion.]

”What?”

[This is the Cosmic Universe.]

Garion frowned slightly. ”And?”

Atlas pointed at Rovak, who was still lying on the ground like a half-dead beast.

[Are you seriously going to train everyone like you train him?]

Garion looked at Rovak.

Then he looked back at Atlas. ”What’s wrong with that?”

Atlas sighed.

[Not everyone is Rovak.]

Garion paused.

[Rovak is from the Drakhor Race. His body is absurd, his recovery is absurd, and he enjoys getting beaten up as long as it makes him stronger.]

Garion nodded. ”True.”

[But what about other races?]

[Silverians, Spirit Wings, Void Thread Race, alchemists, weapon users, energy specialists, soul cultivators, beast tamers, formation masters... do you plan to throw them all under gravity and make them lift mountains?]

Garion opened his mouth.

Then he closed it.

Atlas nodded smugly.

[Exactly.]

Garion rubbed his chin. ”So you’re saying I need more training types.”

[Obviously.]

Garion fell silent.

For the first time since opening God Gym in the Cosmic Universe, he seriously thought about it.

Back in his old world, physical training had been enough to shock everyone because most cultivators had ignored their bodies.

But the Cosmic Universe was different.

There were countless races, countless places, and countless strange talents.

If God Gym wanted to train anyone, then it couldn’t only crush people with weight and gravity.

Garion frowned. ”So what do you think I should do?”

Atlas shrugged.

[I don’t know.]

Garion’s eyebrow twitched. ”You don’t know?”

[This is your gym, not mine.]

Garion stared at him.

Atlas smiled innocently.

[I already gave you the idea. Think about it yourself.]

Garion clicked his tongue. ”Damn you.”

Atlas floated in a small circle, then suddenly stopped.

[But I can tell you one thing.]

Garion looked at him. ”What?”

Atlas pointed toward the distant temporary base.

[Weapons.]

Garion’s eyes narrowed slightly.

[No matter what race, what path, or what civilization, weapons always exist. Some use swords. Some use spears. Some use bows, blades, hammers, guns, claws, staffs, puppets, or stranger things.]

Garion slowly nodded.

[If God Gym only trains the body, it will attract people like Rovak.]

Atlas’s glowing eyes sharpened slightly.

[But if God Gym can improve how people use their body with their weapons, then you can train far more than brute-force monsters.]

Garion looked toward Rovak again.

Then toward the wild planet.

After a long moment, he sighed. ”Fine.”

Atlas smiled.

Garion crossed his arms, his eyes slowly lighting up with new ideas. ”Then I’ll think about it.”

Rovak suddenly opened one eye from the ground. ”Think about what?”

Garion grinned. ”Your next training.”

Rovak laughed weakly. ”Good.”

Atlas sighed.

[He has no idea what’s coming.]