Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method Chapter 565: Cosmic Bureaucracy Never Dies

Elisa smiled as she told Garion another shocking thing. "Don’t you know that this is still considered normal traffic?"

Garion slowly turned toward her. "...Normal?"

Elisa nodded lightly. "Registration week is actually less crowded compared to major cosmic trade periods."

Garion’s mouth twitched slightly. "The hell kind of population does this universe even have..."

Atlas laughed beside him.

[You should stop comparing cosmic civilization to planets already.]

Garion ignored him while continuing to look around.

A gigantic humanoid race nearly thirty ters tall walked past nearby while carrying so kind of massive crystal container.

At the sa ti, several tiny winged races no larger than Atlas flew overhead while arguing loudly with each other.

Then suddenly... BOOOOM.

A gigantic cosmic ship descended far away near another platform, causing the entire tallic ground to vibrate lightly.

Garion instinctively looked over. His eyes widened again. "That thing is bigger than mountains..."

Slifera laughed. "You’ll get used to it eventually."

Garion imdiately answered. "No I won’t."

Rovak burst out laughing again. "Hahaha! Honestly, fair enough."

The group finally landed near one of the enormous entrances leading into the registration tower itself.

The mont Garion stepped inside... The noise sohow beca even louder.

Thousands of cultivators stood in gigantic organized lines stretching endlessly throughout the hall.

Massive glowing pillars constantly scanned people one by one while chanical voices echoed across the building.

[Identity confird.]

[Next.]

[Threat evaluation complete.]

[Travel permission approved.]

Garion stared blankly ahead again. "...This feels less like cultivation and more like so futuristic governnt office."

Atlas imdiately answered.

[Cosmic civilization stopped separating technology and cultivation a very long ti ago.]

Garion honestly did not even know what counted as normal anymore.

The silver walls stretched endlessly upward while glowing pathways floated throughout the building.

Even the ceiling was so high that Garion could barely see it clearly.

anwhile, beings from countless races filled every corner of the place.

Most of them looked nervous, but still so of them were really excited or ridiculously arrogant.

One group nearby was even arguing loudly about whose threat evaluation score would be higher.

Garion blinked slowly. "...They really care about that."

Rovak snorted. "Of course they do."

He pointed toward a gigantic glowing leaderboard floating in the distance. "High scores attract attention."

Garion narrowed his eyes slightly. "Attention from who?"

Slifera grinned. "So good factions all over the universe and even sotis... a god."

Garion imdiately looked away from the leaderboard. "...Yeah, maybe I don’t want attention actually."

Atlas instantly laughed beside him.

[Too late for that eventually.]

Garion pretended not to hear him.

Then Elisa suddenly pointed ahead calmly. "Co on."

Garion looked forward again.

A massive line stretched across the registration hall while countless people waited patiently... or aggressively, depending on the person.

Rovak stretched his arms lazily. "Let’s line up."

Garion stared at the gigantic line silently for several seconds. "...That line is longer than wars from my old world."

Slifera laughed loudly. "Welco to cosmic bureaucracy."

Garion sighed deeply. "No matter how advanced civilization becos..."

He pointed at the endless line. "...this bullshit still survives."

The group burst out laughing while dragging him toward the registration area.

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The line moved surprisingly fast despite the ridiculous number of people inside the registration hall.

Massive glowing screens constantly shifted overhead while chanical voices echoed across the building nonstop.

Garion stood beside the group while observing everything around him curiously.

At this point, he had already accepted that cosmic civilization was basically a mix between fantasy cultivation and futuristic sci-fi nonsense.

Honestly... It was kind of cool.

Rovak stretched lazily while waiting in line. "This place is actually less crowded than usual today."

Garion imdiately looked at him like he was insane. "...You people seriously need to stop saying things like that."

Slifera laughed loudly beside him. "Hahaha!"

Elisa only shook her head slightly while standing calmly nearby.

Garion sighed before looking back at them again. "Actually..."

The group looked toward him curiously.

Garion scratched his cheek lightly. "I wanted to ask sothing."

Rovak grinned. "Go ahead."

Garion pointed between them. "What exactly are your races known for?"

The group blinked slightly.

Garion quickly waved his hand. "Not in a probing way or anything. I’m just curious."

He pointed around the giant hall. "There are way too many races here. I honestly can’t tell what’s normal anymore."

Slifera imdiately laughed. "Fair enough."

Rovak crossed his arms proudly. "Well, my race is easy."

He pointed at his black curved horns. "The Drakhor Race specializes in body strength and explosive combat."

A faint dark-red aura flickered around his arm for a second before disappearing.

"Our bodies naturally have strong durability and high combat instincts."

Garion nodded slowly. "So basically warrior-type race."

Rovak grinned proudly. "Exactly."

Then he pointed at Slifera. "This shiny bastard is different."

Slifera instantly rolled his eyes. "Please stop introducing like I’m so rare mineral."

Garion snorted slightly.

Slifera crossed his arms while glowing blue lines faintly moved beneath his tallic silver skin. "The Silverian Race specializes in energy control."

Garion looked interested imdiately. "Energy control?"

Slifera nodded. "Our bodies naturally synchronize with cosmic energy better than most races."

He raised his hand slightly.

A small glowing sphere of blue energy instantly ford above his palm before smoothly rotating around his fingers.

"We’re generally better at long-range combat, energy techniques, technology synchronization, and precise control."

Garion blinked slightly. "That actually sounds pretty broken."

Slifera smirked proudly. "It is."

Rovak imdiately snorted. "Until soone punches them in the face."

Slifera pointed at him imdiately. "Says the race that solves every problem by hitting it harder."

Rovak grinned. "And it works."

The two imdiately started arguing again while Garion laughed softly.

anwhile Elisa calmly stood beside them without reacting much.

Garion glanced toward her. "And Moon Elves?"

Elisa blinked once before answering calmly. "The Moon Elf Race specializes more in perception, ntal strength, and energy refinent."

Garion tilted his head slightly. "Refinent?"

Elisa nodded. "Our race naturally has high affinity toward calr energy circulation thods."

A soft silver-white aura briefly flickered around her body. "It allows us to control energy very smoothly while maintaining ntal clarity."

Garion nodded slowly. "So basically more balanced? More stable."

Elisa corrected calmly. "Our race values control over raw destruction."

Rovak imdiately pointed at himself proudly. "My race values destruction."

Elisa sighed softly. "Yes. We noticed."

Garion burst out laughing again.

Honestly, the more he talked with them, the more normal they felt despite being alien races from across the universe.