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 remembered those armored hero shows from his old world, where someone could put on a strange belt, shout some transformation line, and suddenly become a masked warrior.
