Paren rubbed his chin thoughtfully while observing Garion from head to toe again. "A gym, huh..."

He slowly walked toward one of the giant glowing windows overlooking the Cosmic Terminal below. "I understand the general concept."

Garion crossed his arms proudly. "Of course you do."

Paren glanced back at him with a faint smile. "But honestly..."

He tapped lightly against the glass-like surface beside him. "I think creating a sect or school would be more effective."

Garion raised an eyebrow slightly. "Oh?"

Paren nodded calmly. "In cosmic civilization, gyms are usually viewed as simple training facilities."

He gestured lightly with one hand. "People train there temporarily, improve their bodies a little, then leave."

Paren continued while holographic projections appeared beside him automatically. "But sects..."

A massive floating structure filled with cultivators appeared in the projection. "...represent inheritance."

Then another projection appeared showing giant academies filled with students. "And schools represent long-term education and status."

Garion listened quietly.

Paren crossed his arms. "Most people naturally value sects and schools more because they provide deeper cultivation paths, protection, resources, and affiliations."

Garion slowly nodded. "I see..."

Honestly, that logic made sense.

In cosmic civilization, sects and schools were basically giant power structures.

Meanwhile, gyms probably sounded almost trivial in comparison.

Atlas floated beside Garion.

[He’s not wrong.]

Garion grinned slightly. "Then I’ll just become the first one to make it work properly."

Paren blinked once.

Garion’s grin widened further now. "And honestly..."

He pointed at himself proudly. "I don’t want it to become some restrictive sect anyway."

Paren looked interested immediately. "What do you mean?"

Garion shrugged casually. "Sects and schools usually force people into long-term commitments, right?"

Paren nodded lightly. "Most do."

Garion walked toward one of the floating holographic screens while speaking casually. "I don’t really like that system."

Paren raised an eyebrow slightly.

Garion continued naturally. "I want people to be free."

He pointed outward dramatically. "If they want to train, they come. If they don’t, they leave."

"No contracts forcing loyalty, no lifelong obligations, and even no need to kneel to some old monsters every morning."

Atlas immediately burst out laughing beside him.

[You really sound like someone traumatized by cultivation novels.]

Garion ignored him completely.

Paren looked genuinely thoughtful now. "So what exactly would your gym offer?"

Garion’s eyes immediately sharpened slightly. "Real improvement."

Paren blinked once.

Garion crossed his arms while smiling confidently now. "And unlike sects..."

He pointed downward. "...my gym wouldn’t require people to join permanently."

Paren narrowed his eyes slightly.

Garion continued casually. "As long as they pay subscription fees, they can train there whenever they want."

Paren paused. "...Subscription fees?"

Garion nodded proudly. "Monthly memberships."

Atlas immediately laughed again.

[You’re seriously bringing modern gym business models into cosmic civilization.]

Of course.

Garion looked completely serious now. "Some people just want better bodies or combat training."

He shrugged casually. "They shouldn’t need to dedicate their entire lives to some giant sect just for that."

Paren slowly started understanding now. "You’re trying to create something between a training facility and a cultivation organization..."

Garion snapped his fingers immediately. "Exactly."

Paren rubbed his chin thoughtfully again.

Honestly... the idea sounded strange but strangely practical at the same time.

Especially for wandering cultivators or independent people who disliked sect politics.

Atlas floated beside Garion while sounding amused.

[You adapted your old world mindset surprisingly fast.]

Garion smirked slightly.

Of course I did.

Then suddenly... Paren looked directly at Garion again. "If that’s truly what you want..."

Garion blinked.

Paren smiled faintly. "I’ll give you a planet."

Silence.

Garion stared blankly for several seconds. "...A what?"

Paren looked confused by his reaction. "A planet."

Garion pointed at himself slowly. "You’re giving me an entire planet?"

Paren nodded casually like this was completely normal. "Of course."

Garion’s mouth twitched violently. "The hell do you mean of course?!"

Atlas immediately burst out laughing.

[HAHAHAHA!]

Paren looked genuinely calm. "You are an A1-level Peak Awakening Realm human at thirty years old."

He crossed his arms lightly. "Investing a small developing planet into someone like you is honestly not that expensive."

Garion stared at him blankly. "...This universe is insane."

Paren shrugged. "A planet without strong cultivators is merely territory."

He pointed at Garion directly. "But a future monster-level cultivator..."

Paren smiled faintly. "...is an investment."

Garion honestly did not know whether he should feel flattered or terrified anymore.

Then another thought suddenly hit him. "Wait."

He looked at Paren suspiciously. "You’re not secretly giving me some dead trash planet, right?"

Paren looked genuinely offended. "Do I look that shameless?"

Garion immediately answered. "Yes."

Atlas almost died laughing beside him.

Paren stared at Garion for a few seconds before shaking his head while laughing softly. "You really are unusual."

Garion crossed his arms proudly. "I get that a lot."

Paren walked back toward the floating screens while several planetary projections appeared around the room.

Different worlds slowly rotated in the air.

Some were covered in giant oceans; others looked like burning wastelands and the others were filled with massive forests, floating mountains, or strange glowing ecosystems.

Garion stared at the projections carefully while Atlas floated invisibly nearby.

[Honestly... getting a planet immediately after arriving in cosmic civilization is absurd luck.]

Garion smirked slightly.

Skill issue.

[That confidence will eventually get you beaten up.]

Maybe.

Garion ignored him while continuing to observe the planets.

Paren glanced toward him calmly. "I’ll arrange a suitable low-population planet under Astral Cosmic Territory jurisdiction."

Garion nodded immediately. "Good."

Then he looked back at Paren. "When can I go there?"

Paren tapped several floating holographic screens while streams of information rapidly moved across them. "Later."

He looked toward Garion calmly. "There are still several procedures I need to arrange first."

Garion sighed dramatically. "Of course there are."

Paren laughed softly. "This is still cosmic civilization bureaucracy."

Garion pointed accusingly at the floating screens. "Technology advanced enough to cross galaxies... but paperwork still survives."

Atlas immediately snorted beside him.

[Some things truly are universal.]

Paren looked slightly amused while continuing to work through the holographic displays.

"For now, you should spend some time exploring the Terminal first."

Garion blinked slightly. "Explore?"

Paren nodded. "You just arrived in cosmic civilization."

He crossed his arms lightly. "You should at least familiarize yourself with basic things before moving to your own planet."

Honestly... that sounded pretty reasonable.

Garion slowly nodded. "Fair enough."

Paren continued calmly. "I’ll arrange someone to guide you around the Terminal meanwhile."

Garion raised an eyebrow. "You have tour guides for cosmic civilization too?"

Paren looked completely serious. "We absolutely do."

Garion stared at him silently for two seconds before laughing softly. "Hah... this place really is ridiculous."

Paren smiled faintly. "You haven’t even seen one percent of it yet."

Garion honestly believed him.

Then he stretched his body lightly before nodding. "Alright then."

He shoved both hands into his pockets casually. "I’ll look around first."

Paren nodded calmly. "I’ll contact you once everything is prepared."

A faint silver card slowly materialized from one of the floating screens before drifting toward Garion automatically.

"This is your temporary Silver ID."

Garion caught the floating card instinctively.

The surface felt strangely smooth and warm at the same time while glowing silver patterns moved faintly across it.

Honestly... It looked expensive as hell.

Garion flipped it lightly between his fingers while grinning slightly. "So this is my cosmic citizenship card, huh..."

Atlas floated beside him invisibly.

[Congratulations.]

[You are now legally existing.]