Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method

Garion stood in front of the glowing design interface and raised one hand. ”All right, Rovak. First, I’ll teach you how to design your sealed state.”

Rovak crossed his arms and stared at the red-black projection of his own body. ”Sealed state means my normal body after rebirth, right?”

Garion nodded. ”Exactly. It’s your new base form. Since you’re Drakhor, the pod won’t turn you into something completely different. It’ll perfect what you already are.”

Rovak grinned. ”Good. I don’t want to become anything else.”

Garion pointed at the panels around them. ”Then focus on your body structure first. Bones, muscles, organs, mana channels, bloodline flow, recovery, combat instincts, all of it.”

Several screens opened.

Rovak stepped closer, and his eyes burned with excitement.

He was not interested in making himself handsome, elegant, or noble.

He only cared about strength.

His projection barely changed on the outside.

But from the inside, everything about him had changed.

His bones became denser, his muscles became tighter, his organs became tougher, and his bloodline flow became smoother and far more violent.

His mana channels expanded, his recovery structure improved, and even the way his nerves and instincts reacted in battle became sharper.

Garion watched silently, then nodded. ”Not bad.”

Rovak grinned. ”Hahaha! This is perfect.”

Garion looked at the design and smiled. ”Yeah. You didn’t change who you are. You just made yourself more Drakhor.”

Rovak clenched his fists. ”That’s all I need.”

Garion then waved his hand, and another screen opened.

[Unsealed State Design]

Rovak’s eyes sharpened. ”This one?”

Garion nodded. ”This is the important part.”

He walked beside Rovak and explained, ”The unsealed state is more like an awakening form. A release form. A transformation. It can be a weapon, armor, warrior soul, beast transformation, special ability, domain, or something even stranger.”

Rovak stared at the blank screen.

Garion continued, ”But yours will still be based on your bloodline. You can’t suddenly gain power from another race. The system won’t let you randomly become a dragon, angel, or silver machine guy.”

Rovak nodded slowly. ”So it has to come from Drakhor.”

”Exactly,” Garion said. ”Your abilities will be based on the design you create and the true name you give to the unsealed state.”

Rovak’s expression became serious. ”True name...”

Garion pointed at the screen. ”That name will become the identity of your divine relic or divinity. Don’t choose casually.”

Rovak took a deep breath.

Garion had actually used the words ”divine relic” and ”divinity.”

That meant this part really could not be treated casually.

Garion stepped back. ”I won’t look at what you design. This is your soul, your bloodline, and your path. Call me if you don’t understand something.”

Rovak looked at him for a moment, then nodded. ”Good.”

Garion turned around and walked away.

Behind him, Rovak stared at the blank screen.

Then his grin widened. ”All right.”

His dark-red soul aura slowly rose around him. ”Let’s make the strongest divine relic.”

---

Inside the hidden library, the [Divine Pod] stood quietly in the center of the space.

Rachel, Dahlia, Giselle, and Atlas were all waiting nearby.

Giselle sat on her stone platform with her small legs swinging lazily, while Dahlia leaned against a bookshelf with her arms crossed.

Atlas floated beside the pod with a deep frown.

[They’re taking too long again.]

Rachel smiled gently, but her eyes never left the [Divine Pod]. ”Be patient.”

[I am patient.]

Dahlia glanced at him. ”You’ve complained six times already.”

Atlas pointed at her.

[That is called controlled impatience.]

Just then, the pod suddenly trembled.

WOOOM!

Everyone immediately looked toward it.

The crystal cover slowly opened, and dark-red light poured out like boiling blood mist.

At the same time, purple-black light appeared beside the pod.

Garion stepped out first, stretching his neck with a satisfied grin.

Rachel immediately looked at him. ”Garion.”

Garion smiled. ”I’m back.”

Atlas narrowed his eyes.

[What kind of unsealed state did Rovak make?]

Rachel also looked curious. ”Yes. What kind of form did he choose?”

Garion raised both hands. ”I didn’t look.”

Dahlia blinked. ”You didn’t?”

Garion nodded seriously. ”Of course. It’s privacy.”

Atlas stared at him suspiciously.

[You? Respecting privacy?]

Garion’s mouth twitched. ”Hey, I have principles.”

[Half principles.]

Garion ignored him and grinned. ”But we can test it through fighting. After all, Rovak is a battle maniac.”

As if responding to his words, the dark-red mist inside the pod surged.

A large hand grabbed the edge of the pod.

Then Rovak slowly sat up.

His body looked stronger than before.

His horns were thicker, his muscles were denser, and his dark-red aura flowed around him with a deep, stable pressure.

His eyes opened, burning with beast-like excitement as he felt the new power surging through his body.

CRACK!

Just from a simple movement of his fingers, the air around him trembled.

Rovak’s grin widened until his sharp teeth showed. ”DAMN! I really became a Star Realm cultivator.”

Garion laughed and stepped forward. ”So, Rovak.”

Rovak turned toward him.

Garion’s grin became sharper. ”Want to test your new power?”

Rovak’s eyes lit up instantly. ”Fine. Let’s go.”

---

A short while later, they arrived at a wide open field far from the base.

The storm above them roared.

The ground beneath them cracked from the pressure of two Star Realm beings standing across from each other.

Garion stood casually with both hands in his pockets.

Rovak rolled his shoulders, his dark-red aura rising like blood smoke.

Dahlia, Rachel, Giselle, and Atlas watched from a distance.

Garion smiled. ”Ready?”

Rovak grinned. ”Always.”

The next instant, both of them moved.

BOOOOOOM!

Rovak charged first, his fist tearing through the air.

Garion stepped sideways and tapped Rovak’s wrist with one finger.

Gravity twisted.

Rovak’s punch was dragged off course, and Garion’s knee slammed into his stomach.

BANG!

Rovak flew backward, crashed into the ground, and rolled several times before digging his hands into the dirt.

He laughed. ”Hahaha! Good!”

Then he rushed forward again.

This time, his movement was faster.

His fists came down like falling meteors, each strike carrying raw Drakhor force.

But Garion controlled the battlefield with gravity, instantly slamming Rovak into the ground before his attacks could fully connect.

BOOM!

But Garion did not stop there.

He twisted the gravity pressure again and directly crushed Rovak’s arm.

CRACK!

Even then, Rovak did not care.

Instead, he laughed even harder and rushed toward Garion again like a mad beast.

Garion landed in front of him and crossed his arms. ”No use, Rovak. At this rate, you’ll just keep getting injured. Why don’t you show your new unsealed state?”

Rovak looked at Garion while wiping the blood from his mouth with his left hand. ”Hehe... sorry, Garion. I’ll show you now.”

He clenched his fists, and the blood around his body began to tremble. ”The reason I didn’t use it right away is because the more injured I am, the better the effect becomes.”

His grin became savage. ”And now...”

Dark-red aura exploded around him like a storm of blood. ”It’s time.”