Sylvara's Rebirth A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 224

Chapter 224 First Batch of Victims

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Veyric hit the ground hard. He rubbed his backside, poed, and grumbled, “Fine, don’t talk to me. No need to be so mean. You won’t even share half the hammock So petty!”

Sylvara didn’t answer. She just let out a loud snore, pretending she was already fast asleep.

Dawn, the next morning.

Brigan was still tied up by Smokewillow. He had lost control of his bladder and bowels. His face was pale, smelled awful, and he couldn’t say a word. All he could do was glare at Sylvara with pure hatred.

Sylvara popped grapes into her mouth while staring right back at him.

When the sun was fully up and the grapes were gone, an aircraft flew toward them.

Aslan had come, following Blake’s order to take Brigan away from the finish point.

The moment Brigan’s gag was removed, he exploded like a machine gun. He complained to Aslan and barked orders at him.

“You’re from the Strategy Center, right? Listen, they cheated! They used an aircraft and brought a spatial button in here! Their scores must not count! Give them all zero!”

Aslan lifted him by the collar and sneered. “Wow. Look at that attitude. Let me tell you something. These two? One took down a General. The other took down a Commander.

“Neither the Commander nor the General said they cheated. So who do you think you are, telling me Sylvara broke the rules?”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Aslan slammed Brigan’s head against the aircraft over and over. The hits were so heavy and so fierce that Brigan couldn’t even get another word out.

The front of the aircraft dented under the blows. Blood ran down Brigan’s forehead before Aslan finally stopped. He tossed Brigan into the aircraft like a sack of potatoes. “Listen, kid,” Aslan growled. “Get ready. When you get back, they’re going to strip your rank and drag you straight into military court.”

Then he turned, gave Sylvara a thumbs-up, and grinned. “Sylvara, go get ’em. Malcolm has never had a mentee take first place in military training.

“I believes in you. You’re the fattest!”

Sylvara’s smile vanished. “Who are you calling fat, Aslan And you still haven’t answered my question. You better answer before you leave.”

Answer her about Blake’s identity?

Yeah, right.

He still wanted to live a few more years.

Aslan yanked open the aircraft door, jumped inside, and slammed it shut. He didn’t even say goodbye. The aircraft roared to full speed and shot into the sky like something was chasing him.

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Chapter 224 First Batch of Victims

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Sylvara narrowed her eyes at the fading aircraft. The training had only gone on for five days. There were still 25 days left.

25 long days. She thought for a moment. Why not go hunt a wild boar? She had salt stored in her spatial button. She could smoke the meat and bring some back for Malcolm and maybe even let her bargain-bin husband have a taste.

Once she decided, she didn’t hesitate. She went off to hunt.

And so, over the next 20-plus days, Sylvara built a small shelter, smoked two massive wild boars with pine branches and gathered plenty of wild mushrooms.

Those instructors who were pretending to be dead could only stare, stunned. They weren’t doing military training. They were camping. Every day, they watched Sylvara grill meat, roast fish, and eat fruits they had never seen before.

Meanwhile, they choked down bland liquid supplements and nutrient packs with no taste. They were so miserable they even swallowed their pride and begged for scraps whenever Sylvara grilled something.

By the 25th day, Sylvara sensed through her mental energy that about ten people-each with Level 3 or higher mental strength-were running toward them.

Right on time.

They were finally here.

She thickened the camo paint on her face, tucked her long hair into her cap, and made a makeshift table and bench out of Smokewillow branches. Then she called out to Veyric, who was staring at the smoked- meat shed and about to drool. “Veyric! First batch of victim is almost here! Hurry up and sit. We wait for their nameplates and badges to come to us.”

Veyric wiped the corner of his mouth. He looked exactly like a hungry rabbit himself and jumped over in a flash. He glanced left and right nervously. “Victims? Where? Where are they?”

Sylvara pushed him down onto the bench and tossed the camo paint at him. “Cover your face. Leave only your eyes. Don’t let any of them see what you look like.”

“Gotcha!” Veyric said quickly, rubbing paint all over his face.

Once he finished, the first batch of victim had arrived.

He shoved the paint box into his pocket and sat up straight like a steel rod.

A group of six students from the First Military Academy stumbled toward them. Their team was a mix from the Combat Department, the Mecha Department, and the Healing Department.

Three registration forms sat in front of Veyric.

They were the same forms used when everyone first landed on the planet. Now, they were for recording how many badges and nameplates each student had stolen, along with their school, name, and department.

“Congratulations, everyone,” Sylvara said loudly, wearing an instructor uniform and holding an instructor’s baton. “You pushed through every obstacle and reached the finish line. You arrived five days earlier than expected.” All six students staggered forward, leaning on each other for support. “Come register,” Sylvara continued. “We need to count your badges and nameplates. Once that’s done, you can rest. And congratulations again, your team is the first to reach the end.”

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