That night, Garion lay on his bed inside the temporary God Gym base.
For now, he ignored the Star Realm problem.
It was important, but it was not urgent yet. Right now, his mind was still stuck on the next training plan for all races, especially the part related to weapons.
Garion stared at the ceiling and muttered, "What the hell even counts as a weapon in this Cosmic Universe?"
Weapons should be different here, right?
Maybe there were strong swords or spears that could cut space.
Maybe there were laser guns that could pierce through planets.
Maybe there were strange cosmic artifacts that did not even look like weapons at first glance.
Thinking about it only made his head hurt more.
Garion turned over on his side. "What about a belt? Technically, that’s a weapon too, right?"
He rembered those armored hero shows from his old world, where soone could put on a strange belt, shout so transformation line, and suddenly beco a masked warrior.
But soon, he rembered that he had actually made sothing similar before with his disciple, Arden.
Not exactly the sa thing, but close enough.
It had been a tool that helped channel power, transform battle style, and strengthen the body.
But then another question appeared in his mind.
"Can that even be trained?"
If the weapon was sothing you wore, was training it the sa as training a sword?
Or was it more like training the body?
Garion frowned harder, and another mory appeared in his mind.
It was about so kind of cartoon where all the people used swords.
But all of those swords had nas, could release power, could change size, and could even reveal completely different forms.
Garion slowly sat up. "A weapon that transforms with release commands..."
For a mont, the more he thought about it, the cooler it sounded.
Then another mory ca again.
This one was also about weapons, but in this cartoon, the weapon itself was alive.
Actually, it was a living partner that could transform into blades, scythes, guns, or other weapons.
Garion’s expression beca strange as he thought more about it. "So in this case, do I train the wielder or the living weapon?"
He rubbed his chin. "If I train the living weapon as a person, does that strengthen the weapon too?"
Garion fell back onto the bed. "Damn. Weapons are more complicated than muscles."
He raised one hand and lazily counted with his fingers. There were just too many possibilities.
And in that mont, Garion finally realized just how troubleso his next training plan would be.
Finally, he pulled the blanket over himself. "Forget it. I’ll sleep first and think about it tomorrow."
A few seconds passed.
Then his voice ca from under the blanket again. "But weapon training belts still sound cool."
---
A mont later, three dark figures quietly descended onto God Gym’s planet.
Their small stealth ship hid inside a thick layer of poisonous clouds, while they landed on a rocky mountain not far from the temporary base.
The mont their feet touched the ground...
BOOM!
The violent pressure of the planet slamd into their bodies.
One of the assassins nearly fell to one knee. "Damn it..."
Another assassin gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand. "Don’t make noise."
The third assassin looked around with a dark expression. "So this is the planet?"
The sky above them was covered in black storms; far away, mountains cracked under natural lightning, and strange energy waves rolled across the ground like invisible tides.
The first assassin cursed under his breath. "What kind of damn planet is this?"
The leader pulled out a small projection crystal, showing a blurry image of Garion.
The leader pointed at the image. "This is the target. Boss Varkas wants his head."
The second assassin narrowed his eyes. "Which one is he?"
The leader clicked his tongue. "That’s why we search first. The target should be around the base."
The third assassin looked toward the distant temporary God Gym base. "There are several people there, right?"
"Yes," the leader said coldly. "But rember the order. Kill the man in the picture only. Do not touch the whole faction, and do not provoke the terminal woman if she is here."
The first assassin frowned. "Tch. Since when did Boss beco so careful?"
The leader glared at him. "Since that silver ship nearly erased our fleet."
The assassin imdiately shut his mouth.
Then the second assassin took one step forward.
The gravity-like pressure of the planet crushed down on his legs, making his expression twist. "Damn. This place is hard to move in."
The third assassin’s face also turned ugly. "Shut up and endure it. After that crazy silver ship, just how crazy do you think the person living here is?"
The first assassin looked toward the base again.
The temporary buildings looked simple from far away, as around them, the land had been carved into strange training fields.
Massive weights lay scattered across the ground, and gravity pits crushed stone into powder.
Several deep craters looked like sothing had been smashed into the earth again and again.
The assassin swallowed slightly. "Are we sure this is a gym?"
The leader stared silently for a mont. Even he felt that sothing was wrong.
This place did not look like a normal faction base. It looked like a torture field built by a lunatic.
The second assassin whispered, "Let’s just do it fast and leave the planet fast."
The leader nodded. "Agreed."
He waved his hand. "Spread out. Search the outer area first. Confirm the target’s location. Once we see him alone, we strike."
The three assassins turned into shadows and moved down the mountain.
As they approached God Gym’s base, none of them noticed the tiny silver-haired figure floating high above them.
Atlas looked down at the three assassins with a bored expression.
[Oh?]
His eyes narrowed slightly.
[Guests?]
Then he glanced toward the base where Garion was still sleeping under his blanket.
Atlas smiled.
[No. More like idiots.]
Reviews
All reviews (0)