[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-heretic-trainer-the-gym-is-my-cultivation-method":3,"chapter-heretic-trainer-the-gym-is-my-cultivation-method-heretic-trainer-the-gym-is-my-cultivation-method-chapter-507":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Heretic Trainer: The Gym Is My Cultivation Method",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1633698,2099,"Chapter 507: She’s Pregnant… Wait What","heretic-trainer-the-gym-is-my-cultivation-method-chapter-507",507,"\u003Cp>What they saw was Garion and Rachel, but what froze them wasn’t Garion. It was Rachel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garion looked exactly as he always had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His stance was steady, his presence unchanged, his gaze clear and composed. There was nothing unusual about him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rachel, however, was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The change was immediate and impossible to ignore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes lacked their usual sharpness, drifting slightly as if she had trouble focusing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her posture, once straight and assured, now carried a subtle heaviness, as though each movement required more effort than it should.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One hand rested against her stomach, almost unconsciously, while the other held the edge of the table for support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her complexion was pale, drained of its usual vitality. She looked unwell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clara’s hand, which had been raised mid-gesture, slowly lowered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her expression tightened, confusion quickly giving way to concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Elder Rachel...?\" she said, her voice unsteady. \"How is this possible? How can you be sick?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arden gave a small, uncertain nod, his brows drawn together. \"Yeah... no one has ever gotten sick after cultivating the God Physique Path. Not once.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Valtor frowned, his gaze fixed on Rachel as if trying to find an answer just by looking. \"Then explain this. How can Elder Rachel be sick?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arden exhaled and shook his head. \"I don’t know. I’m not the creator of the path. If you want answers, ask Master.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before anyone could press further, Rachel noticed them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her expression shifted. She straightened slightly and offered a faint smile, one that didn’t quite hide her fatigue. \"So, all of you are here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dahlia didn’t hesitate. She stepped forward at once, her eyes scanning Rachel from head to toe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rachel,\" she said, direct and firm, \"what happened to you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rachel’s smile lingered, but it softened. \"It’s nothing serious. I’m just a little tired.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A brief silence followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clara frowned. \"Elder Rachel, that doesn’t make sense. You shouldn’t even be capable of feeling like this. And...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes dropped to Rachel’s hand, still resting on her stomach. \"...what’s going on there?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garion let out a quiet sigh, as if he had expected this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped forward, placing himself slightly beside Rachel. \"I’ll explain.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone turned to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garion looked at each of them in turn, taking a moment before speaking, as if choosing his words with care. \"Rachel is pregnant.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words landed heavily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a brief moment, no one spoke. Then the shock broke across their faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clara’s eyes widened. \"What? That’s impossible. How can that even happen?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arden frowned, his mind already racing through what he knew. \"No... that doesn’t make sense. At Elder Rachel’s level, the chances should be close to zero.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rynar and Rynor were less composed. Both of them looked completely thrown off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Our stepmother... pregnant?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are we supposed to do now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their voices overlapped, unease turning into restless energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Valtor, however, remained still, his attention fixed on Rachel. His expression tightened, but not with disbelief, more with scrutiny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I see. Pregnancy,\" he said slowly. \"But something’s off. Why is it progressing this fast?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seira nodded, picking up on the same detail. \"It doesn’t line up. It should take at least three or four months before it’s that noticeable.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pointed at both of them. \"And it hasn’t even been a month yet since they did it the first time in the ship.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That realization spread through the group just as quickly as the initial shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes turned back to Garion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exhaled again, this time with less patience. \"Like I said, I’ll explain what I can. She’s pregnant. For some reason, the progression is accelerated. Beyond that, I don’t have answers.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dahlia frowned. \"That’s not an explanation. That’s just restating the problem.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garion gave a small shrug. \"It’s all I’ve got.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room fell into a tense silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rachel shifted slightly, her hand still resting against her stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her expression tightened, and when she spoke, her voice carried a hint of strain. \"Please... don’t be so loud. I’m trying to eat.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was enough to break the moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one argued further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one, they gathered their things, the earlier energy replaced with quiet restraint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever questions remained would have to wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without another word, they left the restaurant, careful not to disturb her any further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in the training hall, they made their way straight toward Raviel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood near the center of the room, overseeing a smaller group, his attention fixed on the trainees before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That focus broke the moment he noticed them approaching together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His brows drew together slightly. \"Dahlia.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze shifted across the group, assessing each face in turn. \"Shouldn’t you all be training under Rachel?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence lingered long enough to be noticed. Raviel’s eyes dipped, catching sight of what they carried. \"You brought food?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint crease formed between his brows. \"Isn’t there a restaurant?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked back at Dahlia, waiting. \"Why are you here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dahlia crossed her arms, unimpressed. \"Because the restaurant is occupied.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raviel lifted an eyebrow. \"Occupied?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dahlia gave a short nod. \"By Rachel and Garion.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression remained steady. \"And?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tilted his head, as if the answer should be obvious. \"Isn’t that normal?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clara stepped forward before Dahlia could respond. \"Not today.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raviel’s attention shifted to her. \"Explain.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clara hesitated, scratching her cheek as she searched for the right phrasing. \"Well... Elder Rachel is a bit...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raviel’s gaze sharpened. \"A bit what?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clara let out a quiet breath. \"Sick.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raviel frowned. \"Sick? What do you mean?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clara raised both hands, as if to steady the moment. \"Just like I said. She’s sick.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t look convinced. His eyes narrowed further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clara exhaled again, then said it plainly. \"Because she’s pregnant.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raviel froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a heartbeat, he didn’t move. Then... \"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The word came out sharper than intended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clara nodded once. \"Yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was all he needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without another word, Raviel turned and rushed out of the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His steps were quick and decisive, his presence gone almost as soon as the realization settled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door hadn’t even fully stopped moving before he was out of sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group remained where they stood, the sudden emptiness settling in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Valtor blinked. \"That was fast.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rynar scratched the back of his head. \"He didn’t even question it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rynor gave a small nod. \"He believed it immediately.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clara folded her arms. \"Of course he did.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glanced toward the exit Raviel had taken. \"That’s his sister.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dahlia said nothing. Her eyes followed the same direction, thoughtful and quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seira spoke after a moment, her tone even. \"His reaction is expected.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Valtor let out a breath. \"Yeah... I guess so.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clara sighed, her shoulders dropping. \"This day just keeps getting worse.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dahlia finally turned away from the doorway. \"Let’s go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clara blinked. \"You want to follow him?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dahlia nodded without hesitation. \"Obviously. I want to see what happens next.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Valtor’s grin returned at once. \"Now this is interesting.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clara groaned under her breath. \"I knew you’d say that...\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1164,"2026-06-06T11:12:30.898Z",1,"novelbin.me","58c89e1e8dcfaefc629c6c199becb3e1528bc581c564916baef74425134e2944","heretic-trainer-the-gym-is-my-cultivation-method-chapter-508","heretic-trainer-the-gym-is-my-cultivation-method-chapter-506",613,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fheretic-trainer-the-gym-is-my-cultivation-method-cover.jpg"]