Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method

Chapter 645: Garion Skips The Warning

Garion brought Rovak into the hidden library.

The moment Rovak stepped inside, his eyes widened.

Endless shelves stretched in every direction, glowing books floated through the air, and strange diagrams shifted across transparent screens.

But what caught his attention the most was the white-gold pod standing in the center of the space.

Its divine patterns pulsed softly, and faint golden mist flowed inside the crystal cover.

Rovak stared at it for a long moment. "This is..."

Garion grinned. "The [Divine Pod]."

Rovak frowned and slowly walked closer. "So this is the thing that transformed you and Rachel?"

Garion nodded. "Yeah."

Dahlia stood nearby with her arms crossed, her eyes filled with curiosity.

Giselle sat on a floating stone platform like a tiny boss, watching everything carefully.

Rachel looked at Rovak gently. "The process is dangerous, but if it succeeds, you may truly step into the Star Realm."

Rovak looked at the pod again.

His Drakhor instincts screamed that the thing in front of him was far beyond any treasure he had ever seen.

Rovak slowly exhaled. "So I just enter it?"

Garion looked at him. "Later."

Rovak blinked. "Later?"

Garion’s grin became strange. "Right now, I’m asking you one last time."

Rovak’s expression became serious.

Garion stepped in front of him. "Rovak, are you ready?"

Rovak stared at Garion.

Then he laughed hard. "Hahaha!"

His dark-red eyes burned with excitement. "I came to God Gym to become stronger. If I get scared now, then what the hell was the point?"

He slapped his chest. "I’m ready."

Garion nodded. "Good answer."

Then he suddenly moved.

Before Rovak could react, Garion appeared in front of him and placed one finger against his forehead.

Rovak’s eyes widened. "Garion!"

CRACK!

A precise burst of gravity pierced straight through Rovak’s head, destroying his brain in an instant.

There was no pain.

Not even a struggle.

Rovak’s body simply lost all strength and began to fall.

Rachel’s eyes trembled slightly, but she stayed silent.

Dahlia’s expression stiffened.

Giselle stopped swinging her legs.

Garion caught Rovak’s massive body before it hit the ground.

His face was calm. "Sleep for a while, first customer."

He carried Rovak toward the [Divine Pod] and carefully placed him inside.

The crystal cover slowly closed.

THUM.

A deep sound echoed through the library.

The pod reacted immediately.

Dark-red light spread through its divine patterns, mixing with the golden mist.

A screen appeared above the pod.

[Divine Pod Activated]

[Owner Soul Detected: Rovak]

[Compatible Designer Nearby: Garion]

[Do you want to enter Divine Pod as Designer?]

Garion grinned.

Atlas, who had been watching silently, immediately shouted.

[Garion, wait this time!]

Garion raised his hand. "Too late."

CLICK.

The screen flashed.

[Designer Entry Accepted]

Purple-black light wrapped around Garion’s body.

Before disappearing, Garion turned toward the others and waved lazily. "Watch the pod. I’ll be back after making our first Star Realm customer."

Then his body vanished into the [Divine Pod].

The hidden library became silent.

Atlas stared at the pod, his tiny face twitching.

[This bastard really never waits.]

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Rovak suddenly opened his eyes.

The moment he did, he found himself standing in an unknown space.

There was no ground, no sky, no training field, and no storm.

Only endless darkness mixed with floating red lights, like drops of blood suspended in the air.

Rovak quickly looked around. "What the hell?"

He lowered his head and stared at his own hands.

His body was faint and translucent, glowing with dark-red energy.

For a second, he froze.

Then his eyes widened. "Wait... am I dead?"

Just as he said that, purple-black light appeared beside him.

Garion stepped out of the light with both hands in his pockets, looking completely relaxed.

Rovak immediately snapped his head toward him. "Garion!"

Garion grinned. "Yo."

Rovak pointed at him, his face twitching with anger and confusion. "What the hell is this place, and why did you suddenly kill me?!"

Garion waved one hand casually. "Oh, come on. It’s just another prerequisite."

Rovak’s mouth opened. "Prerequisite?"

Garion nodded. "Yeah. The [Divine Pod] needs your soul separated from your body first before it can start rebuilding you."

Rovak stared at him in disbelief. "You could’ve warned me!"

Garion shrugged. "If I warned you too much, you might’ve gotten nervous."

Rovak’s eyebrow twitched. "I’m not nervous! I’m pissed!"

Garion laughed. "Besides, you didn’t directly die, did you? Look, you’re still here."

Rovak looked down at his soul form again.

Then he looked back at Garion. "Damn you... you really are insane."

Garion nodded proudly. "Thanks."

"That wasn’t praise!"

Garion ignored that and looked forward.

In front of them, a huge glowing interface slowly appeared.

Countless panels opened one after another, but compared to Garion and Rachel’s design program, this one looked different.

Dark-red symbols spread across the screens like veins.

Then several words appeared.

[Bloodline Activation: Drakhor Race]

[Sealed State Design: Drakhor]

Rovak narrowed his eyes. "What the hell is this?"

Garion did not answer immediately.

He walked closer to the screen and studied it carefully.

Several models appeared one after another, including horns, organs, muscles, bones, energy channels, and bloodline structures. All of them were based on Rovak’s original race.

The Drakhor Race.

And in that moment, Garion quickly noticed something. "I see..."

Rovak frowned. "What do you see?"

Garion rubbed his chin. "Because you don’t have the same physique as me, your sealed state can’t be edited as freely."

Rovak blinked. "Meaning?"

Garion pointed at the screen. "Your body can still be redesigned, but only within the limits of the Drakhor Race. The system is using your bloodline as the foundation."

He looked at Rovak’s projection and grinned. "So we can improve your Drakhor appearance, traits, organs, muscles, bones, bloodline flow, combat instincts, and natural abilities... but we can’t just turn you into something completely unrelated."

Rovak slowly nodded. "So I’ll become a better Drakhor?"

Garion snapped his fingers. "Exactly."

Then, inwardly, Garion felt slightly relieved.

"Fortunately, the screen doesn’t mention God Physique at all."

That was still God Gym’s biggest secret.

The system only compared Rovak to the Drakhor standard, not to Garion’s real divine foundation.

Rovak stepped closer to the glowing interface, staring at the red-black projection of his own body.

His eyes slowly lit up. "So this thing can make my bloodline stronger?"

Garion grinned. "That’s the idea."

Rovak clenched his fists, excitement slowly replacing his anger. "Then what the hell are we waiting for?"

Garion laughed and placed one hand on the design screen. "Come here, Rovak."

His grin widened. "I’ll explain how this thing works."