Inside the training hall, Dahlia was in mid-squat, her face red and dripping with sweat.
The tal bar across her shoulders held nearly 150 kilograms of weight, and her legs trembled slightly as she pushed herself back up.
"Third set... done."
She dropped the bar back into the rack with a loud clang. She bent forward, breathing hard, her hair stuck to her neck.
"Ugh... Master’s been in his room for three months straight, and there’s not even a single room for him."
She groaned, wiping her forehead with a towel.
"What’s he even doing in there? Did he fall asleep mid-cultivation or sothing?"
She glanced toward the hallway that led to Garion’s room.
"Today’s also the day that the old elder’s supposed to co with the new people. If Master doesn’t show up soon, they’ll think this place is abandoned."
Just as she was about to continue doing other kinds of workouts...
Click!
The door to Garion’s room opened. Dahlia froze, slowly turning her head.
Garion stepped out, stretching his arms lazily. His hair was ssy, and his clothes slightly torn at the sleeves.
Dahlia blinked in disbelief.
"M-Master...?"
Garion just smiled faintly.
"Yo. Been a while."
She hurried over, eyes wide.
"Master! Have you finally reached the Mana Core Realm?!"
Garion’s grin widened.
"Of course."
The excitent on her face was instant.
"That’s amazing! Then..."
But before she could finish, her expression changed. She stopped a few steps away, her nose twitching slightly.
"Uh... Master..." she said slowly, waving her hand in front of her face.
"You’re so... slly."
Garion binked. "Huh?"
Dahlia covered her nose and backed up a little.
"Seriously! You sll like... sweat and sothing rotten. Go shower before you kill with that rotten sll."
Garion looked down at himself.
His clothes had not been changed in three months. His skin was covered in faint soot and dried sweat.
He sniffed once and frowned.
"...Okay, fair point."
Dahlia laughed, unable to help herself.
"Three months of cultivation and not a single bath? You’re lucky you didn’t evolve into a stink elental."
Garion rolled his eyes but chuckled.
"Fine, fine. I’ll take a quick shower first. You wait here."
As he headed toward the bathing room, Dahlia smiled faintly, shaking her head.
"Typical Master... becos a Second Realm monster, but still forgets basic hygiene."
She looked toward the doors.
"Well... at least he ca out just in ti. The new recruits should be arriving any minute now."
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Thankfully, all the facilities in the God Gym were designed in a modern style, so Garion didn’t have to deal with weird old-era tubs anymore for bathing.
He just walked into a clean, tiled shower room, turned a handle, and warm water poured down instantly.
"Now this is sothing I missed."
After a while, he stepped out, refreshed.
He looked more human again with his clean hair, clear skin, and fresh face.
Instead of the usual robe, he wore sothing new: a simple, sleeveless top and long, flexible pants, with a thin jacket tied around his waist.
It wasn’t traditional at all. It looked more like a casual sports outfit than a cultivator’s attire.
As he stretched his shoulders, a familiar screen appeared in front of him.
[Congratulations! You have advanced to the Mana Core Realm!]
Garion frowned slightly.
"That’s it? Just congratulations? No gifts?"
He waited for a mont. Then another screen appeared.
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[God Gym Managent Interface]
[Level: 1]
[Owner: Garion Gravithor]
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[Current Abilities:]
[1. Divine Training Resonance]
[2. Divine Equipnt Creation]
[3. Divine Supplent Creation]
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[Current Facilities:]
[1. Training Hall]
[2. Restaurant and Bar]
[3. Dormitory]
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[mbers]
[Private Disciples: 1/2]
[Outer Disciples: 0/100]
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[Active Missions:]
[1. Recruit 100 new mbers.]
[2. Recruit one new private disciple.]
[3. Help Dahlia break through to the Mana Core Realm.]
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Garion blinked a few tis, then let out a low whistle.
"Well, I’ll be damned... so the system got an upgrade too."
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, reading through each section.
"God Gym now has a level system, huh? And I can actually check the stats clearly now."
He scrolled down the interface ntally, analyzing.
"Only level one, huh? Guess that ans there’s still a lot of room to grow."
Then his eyes narrowed at the mbers and mission sections.
"Private disciples: one out of two... so I can only recruit one more like Dahlia that had an amazing talent."
His eyes then went toward the second row.
"And a hundred outer disciples. That must an the new ones will be normal mbers."
He tapped his chin, thinking back about the multiplier.
"I wonder... If Dahlia gives ten tis return as a private disciple, and a random guest only gave half..."
He tilted his head in curiosity.
"Then... what about these outer disciples? Will it be two tis, three tis... or even five tis?"
Garion smirked, his eyes glinting with interest.
"Guess I’ll find out soon enough."
Closing the interface with a thought, he walked out of the bathroom and headed back into the main hall.
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Dahlia was already waiting for Garion, holding a towel around her neck.
The mont she saw him, her expression brightened.
"Good, Master! At least you don’t sll like a rotten egg anymore."
Garion chuckled.
"Yeah, yeah. I get it."
But then Dahlia’s gaze dropped, her expression changed completely.
Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked him up and down, pointing at Garion’s clothes.
"Wait, what are you wearing?"
Garion glanced at his new clothes.
"This? Just sothing comfortable."
Dahlia frowned, tilting her head.
"Where’s your robe? This cloth is just too... strange! You actually look like so bandit, wearing this!"
Garion shrugged.
"I threw it away. These new clothes are easier to move in. Didn’t you get so in your room, too?"
Dahlia frowned.
"I did, but... I didn’t wear them."
Garion raised his eyebrow.
"Why not?"
"They’re weird!" she said instantly, puffing her cheeks slightly.
"The top is too short. It doesn’t even cover my stomach! And the pants are tight! And there is a thin jacket that looks like it’s for decoration, not armor!"
Garion crossed his arms, smirking.
"Just wear it. You’ll see how different it feels once you start moving in it."
Dahlia gave him a skeptical look.
"Are you sure it’s not just another one of your strange ideas?"
Garion chuckled.
"Maybe. But comfort matters. You can’t fight properly when you’re drowning in robes."
She sighed in defeat.
"Fine, fine. I’ll go try it on."
As she turned away, Garion called out.
"And take a shower while you’re at it. You just finished trading and a bit slly."
Dahlia waved her hand behind her.
"Yeah, yeah, I know!"
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