Sylvara's Rebirth A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 311

Chapter 311 Truth or Lie

Blake’s precious girl never stopped surprising him.

At the same time, she worried deeply about Sylvara.

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Her power was simply too great. In the Empire, countless people ignored the law-hiding behind noble status, strong mental energy, and superior physical strength.

Many of them were already suffering mental collapse and genetic breakdown. To survive, there was nothing they wouldn’t do.

If they discovered her identity while she was still hidden, they would stop at nothing to capture her-lock her away and force her to heal them.

But once her identity became public, it would mirror what had happened with Malcolm—no matter how greedy they were, they wouldn’t dare act. All they could do was beg shamelessly for treatment.

Sylvara nodded. “Alright. I’ll use Sylvie’s optical computer to re-register on Starnet right now. Hurry up and finish your disguise—don’t look too young if you’re going to be my dad.”

Blake nodded once and returned to her room.

Sylvara sat on the couch, finishing the apple she hadn’t eaten earlier.

Her identity as a Level-7 plant healer had already been half-exposed before.

Re-registering meant nothing to her.

As long as her fertility value stayed hidden, nothing else really mattered.

That was the one thing she feared the most.

The Troya Empire’s obsession with naturally born children had reached a disturbing, almost manic level. They desperately needed one to change the state of the nation.

Two months later.

Sylvara reopened an account on Starnet and posted an image.

Username: A Thin Slice of Sylvie.

The mainframe officially verified it as a Level-7 plant healer account.

The moment verification went through, Starnet automatically boosted the account’s visibility. Even at dawn, before the sky fully brightened, the network exploded.

Night owls who hadn’t slept yet.

Early-morning runners.

Everyone thought they were seeing things.

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Chapter 311 Truth or Lie

They rubbed their eyes-no mistake.

The Level-7 plant healer they’d been longing for had really returned.

And had even posted photos.

The fruit in the image glistened with water droplets, piled neatly in a basin.

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Starnet users flooded the comments. “Daddy, what happened to the fruit you mentioned before? When will these be available? Where can we buy them?”

“Daddy, you’re my real daddy-please look at your child and give me just one piece of fruit.”

“Daddy, I don’t care who you are-please don’t delete this account again. Without you, my genetic breakdown feels hopeless.”

Sylvara scrolled through the comments and posted her second message of the day.

“I’ve received all your requests. I’m currently searching for a suitable Harvest Star. Once I find one, fruit infused with mental energy will be supplied in batches.

“Please don’t rush me. Give me some time-I promise I won’t disappoint. Thank you, everyone.”

The moment she posted it-

The tone online shifted instantly. Playfulness vanished, replaced by respect and restraint.

“Level-7 Plant Healer, Your Royal Highness-if you say so, I’ll endure my mental storms and genetic breakdown and wait patiently.”

“Yes, Your Royal Highness, won’t rush you again. As long as there’s hope, no matter how much pain we endure, we can wait.”

“Your Royal Highness, I’m just an ordinary person with low mental energy and no physical strength. If you find an agricultural planet, I’ll volunteer to dig and clear land for you.”

People suffering mental collapse and genetic decay said they could wait-without urgency, without complaint.

Sylvara wasn’t a saint, but the comments left her unsettled. In the end, she became even more certain—if helping herself could also help others, then she would do it.

She let out a slow breath and logged off Starnet.

Blake emerged from the room in a shirt, vest, and slacks. Her violet eyes were disguised as black behind white-framed glasses.

Her slightly longer hair was slicked back, fine lines at the corners of his eyes giving him a mature, approachable elegance.

She bent toward Sylvara, removed her glasses, and pointed at her darkened eyes. “I tweaked my eye shape.

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