The three new direct disciples sat stiffly around a single long table in a smaller training room.
The covered corpse in front of them made the whole place feel heavier.
Dahlia stood at the head of the table with her hands on her hips.
Arden stood beside her, holding a notebook and trying to look confident.
Valtor leaned forward, eyebrows tight.
"Alright, Senior Sister… What the hell are we learning here? Why do we need to learn the body?"
He crossed his arms.
"I came here to get stronger. Not to become some scholar. And definitely not a doctor."
Seira nodded slowly.
"I agree. Cutting apart a corpse… it feels wrong. Isn't this something a demonic sect would do? Aren't we supposed to be a righteous sect?"
Dahlia smirked, waving her hand.
"First of all, we're not a demonic sect. But we're also not a righteous one. Just think of the God Gym as… neutral. We do whatever works."
She tapped the corpse on the table.
