Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method Chapter 575: The Perfect Gym Planet

Garion sat quietly, staring at the holographic planet rotating in front of him.

The planet itself looked brutal.

Violent storms swirled across the surface while endless mountain ranges stretched through the land like jagged scars.

Parts of the oceans were frozen solid, while other regions glowed red from volcanic activity.

Garion raised an eyebrow. "This is the planet you’re giving ? Why does it look more like a death trap than a gym world?"

Paren smiled calmly. "Because it practically is a death trap planet."

Hearing that, Garion blinked in surprise. "Then why the hell are you giving it to ?"

He crossed his arms in annoyance. "Didn’t I tell you I wanted a planet to train on, not a place to die?"

Paren only chuckled. "Of course I know that. But hear out for a second, will you?"

Garion sighed dramatically. "Fine then. Please enlighten , Sir Paren."

Paren nodded. "Thank you, Garion. Now let explain why I chose this planet for you."

The hologram shifted, displaying detailed scans and statistics of the world.

"This planet doesn’t even have an official na," Paren explained. "It’s located near unstable cosmic currents, which makes the environnt extrely harsh."

He typed sothing into the console, and a series of numbers appeared.

"And the gravity here is several tis heavier than that of a standard civilized planet."

The hologram shifted again, showing the planet’s chaotic climate in action.

"The weather changes unpredictably too. Blizzards, heatwaves, toxic rain... and even cosmic storms appear regularly."

Garion frowned even harder. "So basically, exactly what I said before. A death trap. Or maybe a torture chamber planet."

Paren nodded without hesitation. "Yeah, pretty much. And just like you asked, there’s no civilization here at all. Only fierce beasts."

The screen zood in on massive creatures roaming the planet’s surface.

Gigantic horned beasts climbed steep cliffs with ease while enormous winged monsters soared through raging storms as if the violent winds ant nothing to them.

Garion’s eyebrow twitched. "Okay, Paren. Explain sothing to ."

He pointed at the hologram. "I asked for a training planet, but sohow you keep making this place sound worse and worse."

Paren laughed. "Yeah, yeah, I know. But isn’t this exactly the kind of planet that’s perfect for you?"

Garion frowned. "What do you an perfect for ? I said I wanted a planet for training..."

Then he suddenly paused. "Wait a minute..."

His eyes slowly widened as realization hit him. "Are you saying you want to open a gym on this insane world, turning it into a huge training ground?"

Paren snapped his fingers with a grin. "Exactly. Pretty good planet for you, isn’t it?"

Garion looked back at the projection again. This ti, though, he seed far more interested.

Paren waved his hand again, and several holographic images suddenly appeared around the room.

Massive chunks of glowing at floated in the air alongside strange fruits, crystal-like vegetables, and enormous fish covered in thick cosmic scales.

Garion blinked for a mont at the sheer number of images, but before he could say anything, Paren turned toward him with a grin.

"If I’m not mistaken," Paren said, "A gym isn’t just important for training. Nutrition matters too, right?"

Garion nodded vigorously. "Of course. Besides training, we need proper nutrients to grow stronger."

Paren laughed. "Exactly. That’s the second reason I picked this planet for you."

He pointed toward one of the floating slabs of at. "Unlike most planets, the beasts here evolved under such harsh conditions that their at beca insanely nutritious."

Then he gestured toward the fruits and vegetables. "Even the ordinary plants here contain enormous amounts of energy. But..."

He coughed lightly. "Because of the climate, most of them are either poisonous, hard to eat, or both. Still, the nutritional value is incredible."

A smug grin spread across his face. "That’s why this planet used to be a favorite training ground. But most people gave up because the environnt is completely insane."

Paren paused before turning back to Garion. "But for you? The nobody who could get the Golden Cosmic ID... the guy who received an A1 Threat Evaluation rating..."

His grin widened. "This place is basically paradise for you. The perfect training ground."

Garion stared at him for a mont before bursting into laughter. "Hahaha! Paren, you really are amazing. You seriously know that well."

He stood up and patted Paren on the shoulder. "And... sorry for doubting you earlier."

Paren laughed along with him. "No problem. As long as you stay in our territory."

anwhile, Alira stood quietly at the side, staring at the two of them in disbelief.

You’re seriously excited about moving to a death planet... What the hell is wrong with this guy?

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Garion crossed his arms while staring at the holographic planet floating in front of him.

Then he suddenly looked back at Paren. "By the way... just how long do I actually need to stay in this territory?"

Paren blinked. "Hm?"

Garion scratched the back of his head. "Earlier, you also ntioned sothing about being in this territory, so my future being tied to you guys or sothing. Explain that part again."

Paren imdiately burst into laughter. "Hahaha! So that’s what’s bothering you?"

Garion shrugged. "Well yeah. I’m not exactly planning to be in your territory forever, am I?"

Paren waved his hand casually. "Relax. It’s not that complicated."

He leaned back against the desk before pointing directly at Garion. "You’re an A1 Threat Evaluation."

Garion raised an eyebrow.

Paren continued calmly, "Do you know what that ans in the Cosmic Universe?"

Without waiting for an answer, he grinned.

"It ans everyone believes you have monstrous potential. At the very least, people think you’ll beco a top Star Realm cultivator soday."

Alira’s expression changed slightly after hearing that.

Paren crossed his arms. "And when people like you beco famous later..."

He pointed at himself proudly. "They’ll always rember where you first appeared."

Garion blinked. "I see..."

Then he narrowed his eyes. "So it’s not the Cosmic Terminal you care about."

Paren’s grin widened instantly. "Nope."

He pointed at himself again. "It’s . The current manager who helped you first."