Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method Chapter 590: Garion Weaponized Rumors

Garion leaned back in his chair with a satisfied grin. "So what did you say to them?"

Paren blinked. "What do you an?"

Garion pointed at the broadcast ranking screen. "Those people asking about God Gym. What did you tell them?"

Paren spread his hands helplessly. "Nothing. I said I don’t know much either. God Gym just suddenly appeared under my terminal’s registration."

Garion’s grin widened. "Good."

Paren frowned slightly. "Good?"

Garion nodded. "Yeah. The more mysterious we are, the better."

He pointed upward casually. "Especially with the word God in the na. That word isn’t simple in this universe, right?"

Paren slowly narrowed his eyes.

Garion continued with a shaless smile, "The smarter they are, the more they’ll hesitate. Normal people may just think it sounds arrogant, but clever people will start wondering if there’s sothing behind it."

Alira quietly looked at him from the side.

Dahlia grinned. "Master, you really are good at acting suspicious."

Garion laughed. "That’s called strategy."

Paren rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "So you want to let them guess?"

"Exactly," Garion said imdiately. "Don’t explain too much. Just let them imagine things on their own."

Then he raised one finger. "But... you can leak a little."

Paren raised an eyebrow. "Leak what?"

Garion pointed at Dahlia. "Tell a few people that Dahlia is God Gym’s disciple, personally trained there, and that she has an A1 Threat Evaluation."

Paren’s eyes widened slightly. "You want to tell them she’s A1?"

Garion waved his hand quickly. "No, no. Don’t announce it publicly."

He grinned. "Just tell a few people who you think have big mouths."

Paren went silent.

Garion continued casually, "But make sure you tell them it’s a secret."

Alira’s mouth twitched slightly.

Dahlia imdiately burst into laughter. "Hahaha! Master, that’s evil."

Garion shrugged. "It’s not evil. It’s marketing."

Paren stared at him for several seconds.

Then slowly, realization dawned on his face. "If I tell them it’s a secret, they’ll spread it even faster."

Garion snapped his fingers. "Exactly."

"And because it’s true," Paren muttered, "even if soone investigates later, they can’t say I was bluffing."

Garion smiled brightly. "Now you understand."

Paren leaned back in his chair and stared at Garion through the hologram.

For a mont, he looked both impressed and deeply tired. "...You’re really dangerous."

Garion only grinned wider. "Thank you."

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Paren did not waste any ti.

The mont the call ended, he leaned back in his chair and stared at the countless holographic screens floating around his office.

For a few seconds, he remained silent. Then a slow grin appeared on his face. "Big mouths, huh..."

He tapped the desk lightly. "That part is easy."

As the manager of a Cosmic Terminal, Paren naturally knew many people and most importantly, people who loved pretending they could keep secrets.

Paren opened his contact list and quickly selected a few nas.

The first person he contacted was a middle-aged faction scout with a sharp face and an even sharper tongue.

The man appeared on the holographic screen and smiled politely. "Manager Paren, what an honor. Is there sothing you need?"

Paren leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice. "I shouldn’t really be telling you this."

The scout’s eyes instantly changed.

Paren continued calmly, "That girl from God Gym... Dahlia Draconia."

The scout nodded quickly. "Yes, yes. Everyone is talking about her right now."

Paren smiled faintly. "She isn’t just so random dragon genius."

The scout’s expression beca serious.

Paren paused just long enough to make the other man anxious. "She has an A1 Threat Evaluation."

The scout froze. "...A1?"

Paren placed one finger against his lips. "Keep it quiet. This information isn’t public yet."

The scout imdiately nodded. "Of course, Manager Paren. I understand."

Paren smiled politely and ended the call, and then he called anyone he knew that was probably a loud motuha, and every ti he repeated almost the sa words.

By the ti Paren finished, he leaned back with a satisfied smile.

Outside his office, the tournant site was already growing noisier.

And sowhere among the crowd, whispers quietly began spreading.

"Did you hear?"

"That Dahlia from God Gym..."

"She’s apparently A1."

"What? Impossible."

"No, I heard it ca from soone close to the terminal."

"God Gym... what the hell kind of force is that?"

Paren watched the discussion channels begin to shift.

Then he chuckled softly. "Garion..."

His grin widened. "You really are terrifying at this kind of thing."

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Garion leaned back comfortably inside the private viewing room, watching the tournant discussion channels rapidly explode with new ssages.

Every few seconds, the na God Gym appeared again.

Garion’s grin grew wider and wider. "Hahaha..."

Dahlia glanced at him. "Master, why are you laughing like a villain?"

Garion waved his hand casually. "Because everything is going exactly as planned."

Alira looked at him quietly from the side.

Garion pointed toward the screen. "Now that Paren has spread the na, people are starting to wonder what God Gym really is."

He raised one finger. "So won’t dare to ss with us because of the word God."

Then he raised another finger. "But at the sa ti, curious people will definitely co."

His grin beca shaless. "And once they co..."

He pointed at himself proudly. "My sales skill will make them join God Gym."

Dahlia imdiately burst into laughter. "Hahaha! So you’re using mystery to fish for custors?"

Garion nodded seriously. "Exactly."

Then he crossed his arms and lifted his chin. "How smart am I?"

Suddenly, a tiny silver-haired figure appeared floating near his shoulder.

Atlas crossed his tiny arms while nodding with exaggerated seriousness.

[Annoyingly smart.]

Garion blinked, then laughed even harder. "Hahaha! See? Even Atlas praised ."

Atlas smirked.

[Don’t get too proud. You’re still crazy.]

Garion ignored the second half completely.

Alira watched Garion and Dahlia. For a mont, her expression turned complicated.

One was a shaless trainer while the other was a chaotic dragon disciple.

And sohow, both of them were seriously planning to use a mysterious divine na as a marketing strategy.

Alira slowly frowned. "...Crazy."

Garion turned toward her with a grin. "What was that?"

Alira calmly looked away. "Nothing."