Garion smiled as he watched the faint glow of mana flicker around Raviel's body.

"Good. Your body's starting to heal and strengthen from the mana flow. That's exactly what I wanted to see. You're ready to train again."

Raviel let out a slow breath, still sitting on the ground. "So this mana cultivation was just to help me recover more quickly so I can train again sooner?"

Garion smirked. "Exactly. This is the rhythm. Train, cultivate, train, cultivate. That's the Infernal Routine I designed just for you."

Raviel gave him a flat look. "You mean you're making me suffer endlessly."

Garion chuckled, squatting down beside him. "No suffering, just progress. The more you break your body down, the stronger it grows back. Simple as that."

Raviel frowned. "So basically, I destroy myself every day and then rebuild myself every night?"

Garion grinned. "Now you're getting it. It's the fastest way to push past your limits."

Raviel groaned, wiping sweat from his forehead. "I'm really regretting making you my trainer."

Garion laughed. "Good! Regret means you're learning something new."

Raviel glared at him. "You're insane."

Garion shrugged. "Maybe, but I get results."

He clapped his hands, standing up straight. "Alright. Keep that mana flowing for another five minutes before we start the next phase. You're still not at full recovery yet."

Raviel raised a brow. "Next phase? What kind of torture are you planning now?"

Garion grinned, pointing toward the training rack. "Weighted sword swings. One hundred of them."

Raviel's eyes widened. "One hundred?! I just finished fifty squats and push-ups!"

Garion smiled wider. "That's why I said cultivate first. You need that mana flowing through your body so you don't fall apart."

Raviel groaned loudly. "You're enjoying this too much."

Garion chuckled. "Of course. A good trainer always enjoys watching progress."

Raviel muttered under his breath. "You mean watching people die."

Garion tilted his head. "What was that?"

Raviel quickly stood up. "Nothing. Fine, I'll do it. But if my arm falls off, you're paying for a replacement."

Garion smirked. "Deal. Now get up. Keep your mana circulating while you move. That's the key."

Raviel sighed, lifting his greatsword from the ground.

The bracelets on his wrists clanked, reminding him of the heavy weight still attached to his body.

Garion also reminded him again. "Remember. Don't just swing wildly."

He did his breathing, becoming focused. "Breathe, control your center, and let your mana flow through every motion."

He tapped the greatsword, then on Raviel's shoulder. "The sword should feel like part of your body."

Raviel adjusted his stance and began swinging.

The greatsword cut through the air with heavy force, and each swing made his muscles ache, but he pushed through.

Garion nodded approvingly. "Good. Keep that up. Your body's already starting to adapt."

Raviel gritted his teeth. "You mean it's starting to fall apart."

Garion laughed. "Same process. Different viewpoint."

Raviel kept swinging, his breathing rough but steady.

Sweat dripped from his face, mixing with the faint glow of mana around his body.

Garion crossed his arms and watched silently for a moment.

"Not bad. Your body is learning to fuse mana circulation with movement. That's the first real step toward the new you."

Raviel finished his hundredth swing and leaned on his sword, panting.

"You're seriously turning me into one of your disciples, aren't you?"

Garion smirked. "You already are. You don't know it yet."

Raviel gave him a tired glare. "You're lucky I respect your skill, or I'd have thrown this sword at you."

Garion laughed. "Good thing your arms are too tired for that."

Raviel sighed and sat down again, letting his mana flow through his limbs once more.

"Train, cultivate, train, cultivate… you're insane."

Garion smiled and turned toward the clock. And tomorrow, we add endurance runs. You'll love it."

Raviel groaned, slumping forward. "I hate you already."

Garion patted his shoulder with a grin. "You'll thank me when you're stronger than her."

Raviel paused, then muttered quietly. "For Aveline…"

Garion nodded. "That's the spirit. Now keep cultivating before your next set. The Infernal Routine waits for no one."

The room fell quiet again, filled only with Raviel's heavy breathing and the faint hum of mana moving through his body.

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Outside the VIP training room, Rendric was watching the chaos inside the gym.

The air was filled with the sound of weights clanking, elders groaning, and Dahlia barking orders loud enough to make even the boldest disciples flinch.

The elders, once proud and dignified, were now drenched in sweat, trembling as they lifted barbells and struggled through squats.

Rendric sighed and rubbed his temple. "By the heavens… they're actually doing it."

He then turned as Dahlia approached, wiping sweat from her forehead and carrying a clipboard filled with training logs.

"Elder Rendric... Welcome. Are you checking on their progress?"

Rendric nodded slowly. "Progress? You mean survival?"

He looked toward the row of elders trying to complete their push-ups.

"At this rate, we'll have to rename this place Revalis Rehabilitation Center."

Dahlia chuckled softly. "Oh, they'll be fine. They're getting stronger. They just don't know it yet."

Rendric frowned. "Fine? They look like they're about to pass out. I can't even tell who's training and who's fainted."

She smirked. "If they faint, that just means they reached their limit. And Master Garion says that's the best time to grow stronger."

Rendric groaned, shaking his head. "I swear, your master's definition of training is closer to torture."

Dahlia grinned. "That's why it works."

He sighed again, glancing toward the large metal doors leading to the VIP room.

A few faint, muffled noises could be heard that sounded like someone yelling Garion's name in frustration.

Rendirc frowned. "Speaking of your master, what's going on in there? Are you sure the Patriarch is alright?"

Dahlia looked over at the door, her expression calm. "Don't worry about it."

Rendric raised an eyebrow. "Don't worry? That's the Patriarch of the Revalis Clan in there!"

Dahlia chuckled softly. "Relax, Elder Rendric. That's just part of the process."

Rendric crossed his arms. "A process that involves screaming and explosions?"

Dahlia smirked. "Exactly. That means the training's working."

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