Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method

Raviel gathered his elders in a circle, rubbing his temples.

"All of you… What do you think? What should I do?"

The elders looked at each other, unsure. No one spoke for a moment.

Then Elder Rendric stepped forward.

"I think we should accept it, Patriarch."

Raviel nearly choked on air.

"What?! Rendric, you're the most uptight elder in our clan. Why are you agreeing to something that basically looks like rebellion?"

Rendric nodded calmly.

"Because it's not rebellion."

The other elders leaned in, shocked.

Rendric continued, hands behind his back.

"What Sir Garion said earlier… there was truth in it. Patriarch Raviel and the grand elder have been walking two different paths for years. Just because there is no clash now…"

He turned at the Avenora Clan territory.

"Doesn't mean there won't be later."

Raviel's brows tightened.

Rendric sighed.

"Look at what happened to the Avenora Clan. If we keep containing the wrong person, the Revalis Clan might become the next to collapse."

The elders murmured, all of them remembering Agram's madness.

Rendric pointed toward the arena where Garion stood proudly.

"And one more thing… Sir Garion is far stronger than we thought. He defeated Elder Kalzor like it was nothing."

Another elder added.

"And he trained you, Patriarch. In one month, you became much stronger than before."

Raviel nodded reluctantly.

"That… is true."

Rendric smirked slightly.

"We follow you, Patriarch. If you choose to step away and rebuild a new clan with Aveline, we will follow you. Honestly… it might even be better for us."

One elder raised his hand, coughing awkwardly.

"And, uh… Avenora Clan is known for strong warriors and beauty."

Another elder nudged him.

"And our Revalis Clan is known as… well… brute force."

A third elder scratched his cheek shyly.

"It's… hard to find a wife when your clan is known for being scary."

Raviel stared at them, speechless.

The elders all nodded together, completely serious.

"We support this, Patriarch."

Raviel let out a breath he'd been holding, shoulders relaxing slightly.

"…You guys…"

He smiled faintly.

"Alright. I'll make my decision… with all of you."

---

Garion helped the Avenora women pack their belongings, moving from house to house while pointing out which things to bring and which things to leave.

The clan had several flying ships of their own, so everything went quickly.

As for the male members… Garion only needed to glare at them once.

Just one look.

Every man in the area stiffened, froze, and then ran for their lives.

There was no talking back, resistance, or anything like that.

The women stared at them running like scared rabbits and blinked.

Garion wiped his hands.

"Good. That makes this part easier."

Because of that, the packing process went smoothly.

Neat boxes, organized luggage, and ships being loaded one after another.

After a few hours, several flying ships were already filled and floating, ready to leave.

Garion dusted off his hands, stretched his back, then walked toward Raviel with a smirk.

Raviel stood with his arms crossed, staring at the busy women, deep in thought.

Garion stopped right in front of him.

"So... what's your choice?"

Raviel didn't answer right away.

His jaw tightened, eyes moving around as if checking everything a second time.

The elders behind him looked tense too.

Finally, Raviel let out a long breath and met Garion's eyes.

"…Give me one more second to think."

Garion rolled his eyes.

"You already had hours."

Raviel rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"This isn't buying vegetables, Garion. This is my entire clan's future."

Garion tapped his shoulder.

"And that future is already standing right in front of you."

Rendric stepped up from behind Raviel.

"Patriarch… We're ready whenever you are."

The other elders nodded, expressions firm.

Raviel's fist tightened.

Garion smirked wider.

"So? Still thinking… Or are you finally ready to say it?"

Raviel let out a deep, heavy breath.

His shoulders rose… then slowly fell.

Then he turned fully toward the ships with a firm gaze.

"… We agree. We'll go back and take the [Origins]."

Garion's grin widened.

"Good."

Raviel raised a hand before Garion could continue.

"But listen... you will be the one who fights the Grand Elder."

Garion blinked once, then snorted.

"Of course. I still haven't had enough fun since I crushed Kalzor."

He rolled his neck, stretching casually.

"Your Grand Elder better be more interesting. If he's boring, I'll be disappointed."

Raviel frowned.

"He's not 'interesting,' Garion. He's dangerous."

Garion waved lazily.

"Yeah, yeah. Strong, scary, whatever. I'll handle it."

Rendric stepped forward, eyes wide.

"Patriarch… Are you really sure about this?"

Raviel nodded firmly.

"We've already chosen."

The Revalis elders looked at each other, swallowed hard, and then straightened their backs.

Garion clapped his hands once.

"Alright then! Pack up, finish preparations, and let's go steal some [Origins]."

Raviel sighed.

"We're not stealing..."

Garion cut him off with a grin.

"Fine, fine. Borrowing."

Raviel muttered under his breath but couldn't hide the small smile forming.

The decision was made, and the path was chosen.

The future of the two clans had just changed.

---

Deep inside the Revalis Clan's main building, the air felt heavy.

An old man with long gray hair sat on a raised seat, fingers tapping slowly on the armrest. His eyes were cold and sharp.

Below him, Elder Ragan bowed with a stiff back.

The old man then looked at him.

"Elder Ragan... Have you finished all the preparations?"

Ragan swallowed and nodded.

"Yes, Grand Elder Rakir. Everything is ready."

Rakir leaned forward slightly, his gaze narrowing.

"And Raviel… how long has he been gone?"

Ragan hesitated for a moment, choosing his words carefully.

"…About a week, Grand Elder. By our calculation, he should have arrived yesterday."

Rakir's lips curled into a slow smirk.

"So he's late."

Ragan didn't dare reply.

Rakir lifted his hand and flicked the dust from his sleeve, his expression turning sharper.

"Good. Then it's time."

He looked toward the massive doors of the hall, an aura rippling faintly around him.

"Everything begins now."