Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method-Chapter 486: That Turned Romantic Fast

Garion looked at all of them after finishing his explanation.

For a moment, no one spoke. All three of them had the same expression. Serious and tense.

It’s not what he expected.

Garion frowned slightly. "...Why do all of you look like that?"

He glanced between them. "What’s going on?"

Sianor let out a low breath and rubbed his forehead once before lowering his hand. "...It’s not as simple as you think, Garion."

He looked directly at him. "The fourth realm... is one of the highest-level secrets among Grand Factions."

Clark nodded slightly. "Not even all Grand Factions know about it."

His tone stayed calm. "Only the stronger ones are aware of it."

He paused briefly. "Draconia was one of them."

Floren’s usual smile faded a little. "And yet..."

He crossed his arms loosely. "A demonic faction like Black Chimera already knows about it."

He glanced to the side. "Not just knows... They even have members who have reached that level."

Sianor’s gaze hardened. "...That’s the real problem."

He turned back to Garion. "Do you understand what that means now?"

Garion didn’t answer immediately. But his expression showed that he already understood.

Sianor continued. "You’ve already seen it. The power of something close to the fourth realm."

He paused briefly. "For example... Darius. From what you said, he stepped into that threshold. Although only the entrance."

He looked at Garion steadily. "And even then... he became strong enough that Dahlia had to rely on multiple high-grade potions... and a bit of luck to defeat him."

There was a short pause. "And that’s with him lowering his guard. He’s not even dead. Just unconscious."

Sianor’s tone lowered slightly. "And even that... was not even a fraction of what a true fourth realm cultivator can do."

Clark nodded again. "That’s why it’s considered a major secret."

He looked at Garion. "Once you know about it... you start to understand how large the gap really is."

Garion stayed silent for a moment. Then he nodded slowly. "...I see."

He exhaled once. "Now I understand."

He looked at them again. "So from your perspective... The Black Chimera isn’t something you can take lightly anymore."

His tone sharpened slightly. "They’re no longer just a lower Grand Faction. They’re already operating at a higher level."

Sianor nodded. "That’s right."

His expression remained firm. "It’s been a long time since a demonic or corrupted faction reached this level."

He paused briefly. "...And this changes things."

Floren let out a quiet breath, his usual relaxed attitude gone for the moment. "...Yeah."

He glanced at the empty battlefield in the distance. "It won’t be peaceful anytime soon."

Garion nodded once. "Yeah, yeah. I get it."

He let out a small breath. "I understand how dangerous it is now."

He paused briefly. "But..."

He extended his hand slightly toward Sianor. "Can you give me a fourth realm cultivation method or not?"

Sianor stayed silent for a moment, clearly thinking.

Then he sighed. "I can."

He looked at Garion directly. "But it won’t be anything special. It’ll just be the most standard one."

He paused briefly. "The kind Pelion mentioned. The glass cannon type."

Garion smirked and shrugged. "That’s fine. I’m not planning to use it anyway."

He lowered his hand. "I just want to study it."

He looked at all of them. "You know how I work. I build my own cultivation paths."

He paused briefly. "I just want to see what’s different."

Sianor nodded slowly. "...Alright. I’ll send you a copy later."

He added calmly, "A digital version. I’ll transfer it to your Grand Phone."

Garion smiled slightly. "Good."

He crossed his arms again. "Then we’re done here, right?"

Sianor nodded. "Yes. You can leave."

Garion gave a short nod. "Thanks."

He turned without hesitation. "Alright. Let’s go."

He stepped back onto his flying ship.

The others followed him without delay.

A moment later, the ship lifted into the air and began heading back toward God Island.

---

On the flying ship, Garion and Rachel stood on the deck.

The wind moved past them, steady and quiet after the battle.

Rachel looked at him, her expression softer than before. "...Good job rejecting Floren’s invitation."

Garion snorted lightly. "Of course. I’m not a pervert like him."

He paused, then added with a small smirk, "...But I’m still a man."

Rachel blinked, not expecting that.

Garion turned his head and looked at her directly. "...So."

He took a step closer. "Why don’t we make it official?"

Rachel froze. "...What do you mean?"

Garion smiled slightly, more serious this time. "Come on. I’ve been sweet-talking you for a long time."

He didn’t look away. "But this time... I’m serious."

He spoke clearly. "Be my girlfriend."

He paused for a second. "... No. Better yet be my wife."

Rachel’s eyes widened. She didn’t move or speak and then...

BANG!

The door behind them slammed open.

Dahlia, Clara, the twins, and the others stood there. All smiling.

Rachel turned quickly, her face already turning red. "...What are you all doing here?!"

Dahlia waved casually. "Just passing by."

Garion frowned. "...Passing by doesn’t break the door."

Clara shrugged. "It was already weak."

The twins nodded like it made sense.

Garion stared at them for a second, then shook his head and turned back to Rachel. "...Ignore them."

He stepped a little closer again. "So. What’s your answer?"

Rachel glanced at the others, still flustered. "...They’re all here."

Garion didn’t care. "They’ll know sooner or later. Just answer."

Rachel went quiet again. She looked at him. Then at the others. Still unsure.

Before she could speak, the twins walked forward. "Just accept it, Mother."

Rachel blinked. "...Rynar? Rynor?"

Rynar crossed his arms. "You’ve taken care of us for a long time."

Rynor nodded. "You’re already like our mother."

Rynar continued, "So it’s time you think about yourself too."

He glanced at Garion. "Master is strong. And reliable."

Rynor added, "There’s no better choice."

Rachel looked at them, clearly caught off guard. "...You two..."

Then Rynor tilted his head. "But if you marry Master... does that make him our father?"

Garion snorted. "Of course not. All of my disciples are my kids already. Marriage doesn’t change that."

The twins looked at each other. "...Oh. I see."

Garion ignored them and looked back at Rachel.

His expression was calm. "...So?"

Rachel let out a small breath. Her shoulders relaxed slightly. "...Alright."

She looked at him properly this time. "...Garion. I accept."

Clara grinned immediately.

Rachel added softly, "You even rejected Floren. That’s enough proof for me. You’re a good man."

Garion smiled. "Of course I am. I won’t make you regret it."

Dahlia clapped once. "Finally."

Clara laughed. "That took long enough."

The twins nodded in agreement. "Congratulations."

Rachel looked down for a moment, still a bit shy.

Garion stayed beside her, relaxed.

And the ship continued forward.