Sylvara's Rebirth A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 332

Chapter 332 Her Things

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Someone in the audience didn’t believe it. “If a knife can’t damage it, what about blasting it with artillery?”

Phil replied, “Honored guest, if you’re gonna be that picky, it kind of ruins the fun. Even Commander, our idol, can’t really be tested with artillery, right?”

The crowd burst out laughing.

Sylvara felt totally awkward. She leaned toward Blake and whispered, “Daddy, there are 11 items today. Can I just buy the other seven all at once?”

Blake touched Sylvara’s forehead. “Sweetheart, you must be crazy. To buy everything outright, you’d need all your husband’s money. Are you brave enough for that?”

Those were things Sylvara used to carry around with her.

After 3,000 years, they’d been dug up and were suddenly worth a fortune.

Does that make me a walking money printer?

Pah! Forget that!

If my identity were revealed, I wouldn’t just print money.

I’d either be dissected and studied or locked on some remote Harvest planet, forced to have kids while farming like a pitiful nobody.

Sylvara slapped Blake’s hand off her forehead. “Aslan said

my husband’s money could buy the whole Fifth Sector planet. Are you sure it would take this much to buy the whole auction?”

Blake’s lips curved. “Every trade has its rules. Once you step into an auction house, unless the items go unsold, an early buyout doesn’t mean ten times the price. It means ten thousand times.

“Do the math. Item one started at ten million. Item two is at 50 million. This battle robe of the ancient War Goddess starts at 100 million. Seven more items follow, each more expensive than the last. If you insist on buying everything outright, your husband is going bankrupt.”

Sylvara took a long breath and told herself.

I’m already socially dead.

I get bullied after losing my power.

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Serves me right for being broke.

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It wasn’t 3,000 years ago, when raw strength and massive plant-type mental energy could laugh at little guns and toys.

Now it was 3,000 years later. Technology had evolved. Lasers, photon cannons, and ion artillery-all could turn even the strongest mutant beasts into dust.

Hold it. Don’t make a move.

I’ve only got one chance to live again. I won’t stoop to these alien bastards.

Phil finished dealing with the nitpickers and continued, “Honored guests, words can’t beat seeing it yourselves.

“Next, we’ll demonstrate how this battle robe resists water, fire, and blades.”

Three people stepped onto the stage-one with water, one with fire, and one with a knife.

The man with the flame set it against the hem of the red robe.

Minutes passed. The fabric remained flawless.

Next, the man with the basin dumped water over it. The liquid slid off cleanly, like rain on waterproof cloth.

Finally, the man with the knife slashed at it hard. Two minutes later, not a single thread was frayed.

The 360-degree projection showed every detail clearly.

The auction hall erupted in gasps.

Someone suddenly asked, “Wait-if that War Goddess from 3,000 years ago fought our Commander, who’d win?”

Hundreds of thousands laughed. “No contest. The War Goddess was all-ability—every power type except spatial.

“Our Commander isn’t all-ability. If they fought, she’d win.”

Sylvara was speechless.

Holy hell.

So that’s how it is.

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Chapter 332 Her Things

I’m the legendary all-ability War Goddess they’re gossiping about!

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