Sylvara's Rebirth A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 64

**Chapter 64: The Wife Who Wins Every Time**

The livestream chat exploded in a chaotic rush of messages, each comment fighting for attention in a sea of excitement.

[Pick me, pick me!]

白

Finished

[Look at me, look at me!]

With a determined tap, Sylvara activated the random-draw button, her heart racing in anticipation.

Moments later, three winners flashed across the screen, their usernames glowing brightly. She read them aloud, her voice ringing with enthusiasm. “Congratulations to Meat Lover99, LadyForever, and BugSlayer! And for the earlier winners, BigBro99 and SisterInLaw87, please send me your addresses so I can ship your prizes.”

The excitement in her voice was palpable as she continued, “As for when the apples will be available for sale, our esteemed Level-7 Plant Healer will make that announcement personally. So please, hang tight! That concludes today’s stream.”

With a swift motion, she turned off the stream, the finality of the action echoing the same decisiveness she had shown during her very first broadcast.

“Hey, Auren, guess what? I won!” Carlos exclaimed, dropping the hose he had been using, water splattering everywhere as he rushed toward Auren, who was diligently scrubbing a mecha beside him. “I just won a bottle of apple gel on Mrs. Vaelor’s stream!”

Before Carlos could close the distance, Auren retaliated with a playful spray from the hose, drenching him. “Sorry, my friend. But I won too.”

Carlos froze, water cascading down his face, disbelief etched across his features.

Once the stream was officially over, Sylvara turned her attention to her backend panel, her eyes widening in astonishment at the figure displayed.

Nearly 15 million stellar coins in tips.

In this era of interstellar streaming, unsigned creators typically earned a meager four to six percent, while signed streamers enjoyed a slightly better deal of three to seven.

Her inbox was flooded with messages from Starnet administrators, each one pleading for her to sign a contract. They promised her complete freedom over her schedule, no restrictions on content, and a payout ratio of one to nine.

If she signed, Starnet would only claim ten percent of her earnings. They even offered to cover her taxes, allowing her to pocket a staggering 90% as pure profit.

A thrill coursed through Sylvara, her heart fluttering with excitement and a hint of disbelief.

Without hesitation, she typed a response indicating her willingness to sign.

Barely ten seconds later, the admin sent over a digital contract, eager anticipation radiating from her screen.

1/3

15:01 Tue, Dec 16 N

Sylvara skimmed through the document swiftly, her eyes darting across the text. Everything seemed to be in order, and with a sense of finality, she affixed her signature.

The seniors had delivered two sets just yesterday—one standard and one combat. Today, she chose the combat uniform, feeling a surge of confidence as the fabric clung to her waist, the belt cinching tightly enough to accentuate her silhouette delicately.

As she donned her military cap, the mirror reflected a figure that was both sharp and striking, one that could easily command attention. She turned left, then right, admiring her reflection and nodding in satisfaction.

Downstairs, she skipped the usual nutrient solution, opting instead for a crisp apple, biting into it with a satisfying crunch. After that, she headed to the teleportation bay, ready to deliver the five promised jars of apple gel.

The freshman induction ceremony was set to take place at the main plaza.

Following the navigation path, she encountered groups of freshmen, all eyes drawn to her.

For a brief moment, she wondered if her disguise had faltered, but everything appeared to be in place.

Just as she contemplated approaching someone for confirmation, Veyric barreled toward her like a whirlwind. He seized her shoulders, shaking her with fervor. “Sylvara, you liar! You claimed you got in through connections! How on earth did you become the chief of the Agriculture Department?”

The force of his shaking nearly dislodged her cap. Dizziness threatened to overwhelm her, and she warned him, “Veyric, don’t make me hit you.”

His hands froze in mid-motion, and seeing the pale hue of her face, he released her, outrage flaring in his eyes as he jabbed a finger at her. “You’re a fraud! You told me you were useless. No mental energy, physical power level H, and that you only got into The Fifth Military Academy through a back door. Isn’t that what you said?”

Sylvara bent down, retrieved her cap, and set it back in place, her expression innocent and unassuming. “Yeah, I didn’t take the exam. I got in through connections. I don’t have mental energy. My physical power is H. If you don’t believe me, just look at my profile.”

With that, she lifted her wrist, activating her optical computer to show him her credentials. A small, nagging thought drifted through her mind—why was it that no one ever believed her when she spoke the truth?