Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method

Chapter 553: We’re Invading Them Next

Sianor let out a long breath as he stared at the Demon Gate, the same one Heinkel had escaped through.

"Just let him go..." he muttered. "That was the deal. If he lost, he’d return to the Demon World. Not here."

Garion nodded once, accepting it. "I see."

His gaze lingered on the gate before he asked, "So... do I need to destroy it or..."

Sianor’s head snapped toward him immediately. "Hell no, Garion. That’s not a normal Demon Gate."

Garion raised a brow.

Sianor crossed his arms, his expression turning serious. "That thing can let even someone at the Perfection Realm pass through. And I’m certain..."

He paused briefly. "Humans can use it too."

Garion’s eyes sharpened slightly.

Sianor smirked. "For once, I want us humans to be the ones invading the Demon World instead of them invading us."

Garion exhaled lightly. "I see. Then if that’s the case, the God Gym won’t get involved."

He turned, glancing back at Rachel, Dahlia, and the others. "We’re not interested in going to the Demon World."

Sianor nodded. "That’s fine. You’ve already done more than enough for us."

His tone grew colder. "As for the Demon World... the Solmira Clan, the Demon Executors, will handle it."

From the side, Floren smirked, covering part of his face with his fan. "Yeah, don’t worry too much about that, Garion."

Garion gave a faint smile. "I see."

He paused, scanning the area. "By the way... where’s Clark?"

Sianor sighed, rubbing the back of his head. "Still injured. Unconscious. I’ll fill him in later."

Garion nodded. "Got it... then I guess that’s that."

He didn’t linger. Turning away, he walked toward the flying ship, the other God Gym members falling in behind him.

Just before boarding, Garion glanced back one last time. "Take care."

Sianor gave a small nod.

Floren lifted his fan in a lazy wave. "Yeah, yeah. Don’t die."

Without another word, Garion stepped onto the ship.

Rachel, Dahlia, and the others followed, their expressions calm, almost indifferent to everything that had just gone down.

The ship rose slowly at first, then accelerated, slicing through the sky as it departed, leaving the battlefield behind.

Sianor watched until Garion disappeared into the distance.

Then he turned back to the Demon Gate, eyes sharpening. "Now it’s our time to shine."

---

Dahlia, Rachel, and the others moved closer to Garion, questions already forming on their lips.

But before anyone could speak... A red system window flared into existence in front of him.

[Warning! Warning!]

Garion blinked, caught off guard. This had never happened before. "Atlas? What the hell is going on?"

[I can’t explain everything right now... but something dangerous is coming.]

His expression hardened. "Dangerous? Define dangerous."

A brief pause.

[Someone... far beyond this situation.]

Garion’s eyes narrowed. "What do you..."

[No time. Hold tight. I’m initiating emergency teleportation.]

His head snapped up. "Wait... what the hell are you..."

In an instant, the world twisted. Space warped. Light bent.

Garion and everyone around him... vanished.

But it didn’t stop there.

Across the entire God Gym territory, flashes of light erupted in multiple locations.

One by one, key members disappeared without warning, ripped from where they stood.

Even the God Island itself was gone.

Those left behind were the ones stationed on other islands. For a moment, it felt like they’d been abandoned.

Then... A voice echoed across the sky.

[Announcement.]

Shock rippled through the survivors as they looked around, confusion written on every face.

[God Gym is now officially disbanded.]

The words hit like a punch to the gut.

[Due to certain circumstances, we can no longer maintain our presence.]

[However, everything you have learned here remains yours.]

[You are free to continue this path. Spread it. Grow stronger.]

A pause followed, heavy and deliberate.

Then...

[For further assistance, head toward the Solmira Clan. They will assist you.]

The message ended.

Silence lingered for a heartbeat.

Then chaos broke loose.

Across the islands, confusion spread like wildfire.

---

Meanwhile, Sianor stood still.

A new screen suddenly appeared in front of him, different from the one he was used to.

That alone was enough to make him pause.

Sianor did have a system of his own. So seeing another one, something unfamiliar, was... unsettling.

The screen flickered once.

[Hello, Sianor. Nice to meet you. I am Atlas, the system of Garion.]

His eyes narrowed slightly. "Garion’s system? What are you doing here?"

[I am here to inform you of a critical update.]

[God Gym has been disbanded.]

Sianor’s eyes widened. "Wait... What?! What the hell do you mean, disbanded?"

[I cannot disclose the full reason.]

[However, you should know this: Garion and the others are safe.]

Sianor exhaled slowly, tension easing just a fraction. "I see... Then why contact me?"

[Some remaining members of God Gym will be sent to you. They will carry our body cultivation manual.]

[You are to study it... and integrate it with your own path.]

His gaze sharpened. "...You want me

to have it?"

[Correct.]

[You should now join forces with Floren and Clark, forming a single faction.]

[Together, create a new cultivation path.]

A slight pause.

[If possible... recruit Heinkel.]

Sianor frowned. "...Floren and Clark, I understand... but Heinkel?"

[Because what you know as the Perfection Realm... is only the beginning.]

Sianor went still. "...What?"

[That realm is not the peak. It is the starting point of something greater.]

The words hit harder than anything before.

Sianor’s expression shifted, the weight of it settling deep in his chest.

"...You’re saying everything we know..." he muttered, "...is incomplete?"

[Yes. That is also the reason Garion has left.]

Silence stretched.

Sianor lowered his gaze, thoughts racing. "...I see."

[Your role is simple. Grow stronger. Guide this world forward.]

Another pause, the final one this time.

[This is my last message. Goodbye, Sianor.]

The screen vanished.

Just like that.

---

Silence returned.

Sianor stood there for a long moment, the wind brushing past him as the battlefield slowly settled into an uneasy calm.

"...This is a lot to take in," he muttered under his breath. "I need to talk to the others... but..."

He trailed off, looking up at the sky. "...So you’re really gone now, huh, Garion?"

A faint smirk tugged at his lips. "Fine. Just don’t be shocked when you come back. We’ll be a hell of a lot stronger than you remember."