Chapter 114: The Twin Terrors Go Home
Garion stood outside the God Gym, and a massive silver floating ship was already waiting there.
The ship shimmered with mana circuits, and the large emblem of the God Gym glowed proudly in the center.
The disciples stared in awe.
"Master... is that... ours?" Clara asked, her jaw dropping.
Garion grinned. "Of course... It was another function of our divine building."
Rynor whistled. "A flying ship... our own... And Master just had it as a set with our God Gym. Now that’s cheating."
Garion smirked. "It’s called efficient, not cheating. Now get on board."
One by one, all of them climbed the ramp, eyes wide as they stepped inside.
The interior was spacious, and there were several rooms on both sides.
There was even a training area that was really well built inside.
Rynar blinked. "Wait... how the hell can there be a training area here?"
Rynor’s shoulders slumped. "Don’t tell me we’re still training on the ship..."
Garion turned, smirking. "Of course. Training never stops."
The group groaned in unison.
"Damn it..."
"Can’t we rest at least for one day?"
Garion only laughed. "You’ll rest when you’re dead. Now hold on tight... we’re taking off."
With a hum, the ship’s runes flared to life and lifted smoothly off the ground, and the island slowly shrank below.
The disciples held onto the railing as the ship began to rise higher and higher until clouds surrounded them.
Garion stood near the front deck, arms crossed, watching the vast sky.
"Now then... where do you think we should go first??"
Dahlia leaned on the railing beside him. "Where to go? Firstly, why are we leaving in the first place, Master?"
Garion turned, eyes gleaming. "To show the world that the God Gym can’t be underestimated."
He then reminded her. "Don’t you remember how many mercenaries came to our island lately?"
Dahlia smirked. "Of course, Master. I even killed every single one of them."
Garion nodded proudly. "Exactly. So it’s about time we go out and make sure they know who we are."
Arden, who was sitting near the stairs, nodded thoughtfully, thinking more.
"It quite make sense. A demonstration of power... like an announcement to show that we are not to be underestimated."
Garion chuckled. "Exactly."
He rubbed his chin. "Now, any ideas where to start? I’m not exactly familiar with the lands outside this island."
Dahlia smirked. "Of course you’re not. You’ve been buried in training and experiments for months."
Arden laughed softly. "Yeah, Master, the world probably changed three times while you were busy."
Garion raised an eyebrow. "Are you two done?"
They both quickly looked away, pretending to think seriously.
Then, the twins suddenly exchanged a glance, sharing the same mischievous grin on their faces.
Rynor raised his hand. "Master, how about our clan?"
Garion blinked. "Your clan?"
The twins nodded at the same time. "Yes, the Revalis Clan."
Rynar leaned forward, excitement flashing in his eyes.
"At the end of the year, they always hold a grand clan competition. We want to join this year... and show them our strength."
Rynor smirked. "And it’s also the perfect chance to show everyone the power of the God Gym, right?"
Garion tilted his head slightly, studying them. "Hmm... the Revalis Clan, huh? You two look a little too excited."
He crossed his arms, raising a brow. "So tell me... What’s so special about this clan of yours?"
Before they could answer, Arden and Dahlia turned sharply.
"The Revalis Clan?" Arden said, eyes wide. "You mean... that Revalis Clan?"
Garion looked between them. "Judging by your reaction, I’m guessing they’re not a simple small clan."
Arden nodded quickly. "Definitely not, Master. In fact, they were quite amazing."
He quickly took a book from his bag, opened it, and explained it to him.
"The Revalis Clan is one of the oldest clans on the continent, and they used the power of flame and thunder. They were known as the Flaming Storm Clan."
Clara whistled softly. "Flaming Storm? That already sounds dangerous."
Arden continued. "All of their members are also born with natural thunder or flame mana traits."
Rynar grinned proudly. "Exactly. That’s why we’re perfect examples."
Rynor smirked. "Yeah, we’re the strongest in our generation."
Then both of them frowned a bit. "Though... we kinda left because of some small agreement."
Eliza crossed her arms. "Small disagreement? You mean you ran away?"
Both twins looked away at the same time. "... We prefer to call it ’strategic exit.’"
Dahlia snorted. "Yeah, sure."
Garion laughed, clearly entertained. "So this clan of yours... how strong are we talking?"
Arden looked serious. "They have several Second Realm experts and maybe... a few third realms."
Garion’s smirk widened instantly. "Third Realm, huh? Perfect. Maybe I can learn a thing or two for our own third realm."
He turned toward the twins. "But are you sure it’s safe? Walking back into your old home like that?"
Rynar puffed out his chest. "Of course. We have Revalis Blood. No one will dare to touch us."
Rynor nodded. "And if they do, they’ll learn why we’re called the Twin Terrors."
Garion chuckled. "Good. I like your confidence."
He walked to the front of the deck and looked over the sky again.
"Then it’s decided. We will go toward the great Flaming Storm Revalis Clan."
All of them cheered, though a little nervousness could be seen on their faces.
Clara whispered to Eliza. "Why do I feel like this ’visit’ is going to turn into a fight?"
Eliza sighed. "Because it’s Master and Dahlia. It always turns into a fight."
Garion turned back, smirking. "Alright, everyone. Prepare yourselves. We’re going to visit one of the strongest clans on this continent."
Dahlia’s grin matched his. "Can’t wait to see their faces when they meet us."
Rynar crossed his arms. "Oh, they’re not ready."
Rynor laughed. "And neither are we."
Garion spread his arms slightly as the ship tilted forward, the clouds parting in front of them.
The flying ship accelerated, cutting through the sky with a thunderous roar.
"Let’s go," Garion said. "Time to make the God Gym’s name echo across the continent."