Two weeks passed in a blur of screaming, fainting, and nonstop lessons.
The God Gym had become a battlefield of textbooks, cadavers, and trainees crying internally.
Inside the main hall, Dahlia gathered the four other disciples she trusted most for an update: the twins, Clara and Eliza.
Clara stretched her back with a loud groan. "Senior Sister, the 450 recruits are… uh… doing okay-ish."
Eliza nodded, her voice quiet but clear. "They learned the basics. Organs, major bones, and muscle groups. But…"
She glanced at Clara, and Clara finished the sentence dramatically, waving her arms in frustration.
"But they're still nowhere near ready to change their cultivation paths! Not even close!"
Dahlia crossed her arms. "Really? After two whole weeks?"
Clara slumped forward. "Senior Sister, they pass out every day. Every day! We read the word 'intestine' and three of them fainted."
Eliza sighed softly. "Four fainted. One pretended not to faint."
