Sylvara's Rebirth A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 227

Chapter 227 The Finish Line

[Yeah, you’re right. Your partner, that Level-7 Plant Healer, should stop messing around and grow more fruits. If she needs a harvest planet, I’ve got one. She can use it for free, for life.]

[Free for life? That’s nothing. If the Level-7 Plant Healer wants more crops, I’ll give her my harvest planet. All I ask is to follow behind her every day and plant with her!]

The comments on Saphron’s online shop went wild. People were joking so hard the topic flew straight into another galaxy.

Veyric followed Saphron’s store. Every time something new was posted, he got a notification. So when his optical computer chimed, he jumped up. He yelled excitedly, “Sylvie! The shop I follow has something new! And it looks just like the smoked meat we just made?”

He leaned closer, squinting. “No, wait. The photo is of our smoked meat. Look! It even has the bite mark I took earlier. Oh wow, everyone’s guessing you’re a Level 7 Plant Healer.”

Sylvara looked up at him lazily. “And what do you think

Veyric shook his head fast. “Of course you’re not. If you were a Level-7 Plant Healer, you wouldn’t be in the Culinary Department.

“You’d be in the Healing Department. Actually, no-you wouldn’t need to go anywhere. You could walk all over the empire like you owned the place. Everyone would treat you like royalty.”

To him, she might be friends with a Level-7 Plant Heale, but she definitely wasn’t one.

At the Central Gene Hospital, every healer above Level had their nose stuck so high in the air it nearly touched the ceiling. They treated rich people first and judged everyone else.

If Sylvara were a Level-7 Healer, she wouldn’t be struggling to keep a chief from the Agriculture Department alive.

Sylvara burst out laughing. “You’re right. Now, back to work. More fish are coming.”

The moment Veyric heard this, he perked up like he’d been powered by lightning. He sat straight at the table, trying to look serious and intimidating.

This time the fish that took the bait were a group of three from the Third Military Academy.

Three people. Easy.

Sylvara used the same lines and the same smooth routine.

She had them register, sign their names, and toss the nameplates and badges into a nearby basket.

The basket already held a pile of badges and nameplates, so the trio didn’t suspect a thing. They thought this was a normal welcome to the finish line process.

Once they dropped their badges and nameplates, Sylvain guided them into the tent. They relaxed, thinking they were done. That was when she fired three shots and took them out.

Red smoke puffed from their vests. They froze, stunned The back of the tent flipped open. Their attacker- Sylvara-motioned for them to step out.

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Finished

When they walked outside, they saw dozens of instructors and more than 10

dents from the First Military Academy sitting in neat rows. They all patted the ground beside them, waving the newcomers over. “Come sit. Don’t be shy.”

The three looked miserable and clueless. “This isn’t the inish line?” one asked. “How did we get ambushed here?”

The instructors gave them a sideways look and answere in perfect unison. “There’s no ‘finish line’ on a battlefield-only the elimination of the enemy.”

One instructor pointed down. “Now squat. And think about why you fell for the trap so easily. No caution. No awareness. You let two people take down a whole bunch of you like you were nothing.”

The trio asked weakily, “Instructor, didn’t they take you guys down too? Are you saying you’re even weaker than us?”

All instructors muted.

After that, new recruits kept arriving in waves.

Some came in pairs. Some came in groups of three or five. Some arrived in packs of seven, eight, even ten at a time.

At first, Sylvara handled them herself. She used blank rounds and fired straight at them. The blanks burst on impact and marked them as “dead.” But after a while, she didn’t even bother. She took the bullets apart, wrapped the gunpowder charges in leaves, and hung them all over the tent. When enough recruits arrive, she lets them enter and relax.

The second their guard dropped, Sylvara fired one clear shot at a leaf-wrapped blank overhead.

BOOM! The blank exploded, bursting into bright red smoke that poured over the entire tent. Everyone inside was “dead.” In military training, red smoke meant elimination-no questions asked.

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