Sylvara's Rebirth A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 76

**Chapter 76: More Than She Told Him**

As Sylvara concentrated, her mental energy surged through Veyric’s body like a gentle stream, but she fought against the rising tide of nausea threatening to overwhelm her. “You really can eat that stuff…” she muttered, incredulity coloring her tone.

With a loud crunch, Veyric bit down on the candy, the sound echoing in the stillness of the room. A few vigorous chews later, he swallowed it without a moment’s hesitation. “Even if I couldn’t, I’d still eat it. Gene-repair candy is good for you. Want to try another one?” he asked, his enthusiasm infectious.

Sylvara recoiled, instinctively shoving the remaining candy into his hands. “Nope. All yours. I can’t handle that abomination,” she replied, her face scrunching up in distaste.

Despite its touted benefits, the taste was nothing short of horrific—like something that had crawled out of a dumpster. Who, in their right mind, would design such a grotesque flavor? No matter how miraculous the healing properties, it was barely a step above actual food.

Veyric, now convinced that the candy was the key to alleviating his pain, eagerly popped four more pieces into his mouth, oblivious to Sylvara’s grimace.

After consuming the fifth piece, he felt a remarkable transformation; the pain that had once gripped him vanished entirely, replaced by an overwhelming wave of blissful comfort. It was unlike anything a high-level healer had ever provided—soothing, warm, as if every muscle in his body had finally exhaled a long-held breath.

Sylvara observed the color returning to his cheeks, and with a subtle flick of her wrist, she moved her hand from his shoulder back to the chair, her actions casual and untraceable.

Suddenly, Veyric sprang up from the chair, bouncing on the spot like a child filled with uncontainable energy. “Nothing hurts! Not even a little! I feel like I could run a marathon and still have energy to spare!” he exclaimed, exhilaration radiating from him.

He quickly gathered the candies that had tumbled from his lap and turned to Sylvara, his grin wide and bright. “Sylvara, I figured it out! These gene candies don’t work one at a time. You have to eat a handful at once! Look at me! I just got pummeled by that terrifying girl, ate five of these, and now I feel incredible! I think I could take on another three-headed dog!”

What a delightful misunderstanding, Sylvara mused, one that freed her from the need to concoct an excuse.

Inwardly, she couldn’t help but give the lovable fool a mental thumbs-up. Her mood lifted, she exclaimed with exaggerated enthusiasm, “Woooow! These candies are amazing! I may not be eating them, but you—hurry up and stash them away! Stockpile as many as you can and pop a few whenever you feel like it!”

Veyric’s grin widened, his teeth gleaming like a proud golden retriever as he carefully tucked the remaining candies into his spatial button, treating them like precious gems. “I’ll tell my mom to get more! She can get some for you too!” he promised, his excitement palpable.

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“Ahem.” Mavena interjected with a loud, pointed scoff, her glare pinning the two of them in place. “Are we done with your little drug party? Can we move on now?” Her voice dripped with disdain, each word laced with irritation.

Veyric pondered this. “Yeah, you did, and I told you you were being dumb.”

Sylvara finally removed her finger from his forehead and extended her hand. “Doesn’t that clearly prove I didn’t want the position?”

She truly didn’t—not even a little.

Veyric looked as if he had just suffered an emotional blow. He began counting on his fingers as if listing offenses. “But being Chief comes with benefits! You’re from a waste planet. You can’t rely on family, or money, or status. No mental energy, physical power stuck at H-grade. If you’re not a Chief, you won’t qualify to settle on any planet above the Fifth Sector. Without that, getting a job is going to be tough. Worst case, you’ll be sent back to the waste planet. I’ve never been there, but I know what it’s like—pirates running wild, criminals from every civilization hiding out there. You worked so hard to escape. You can’t go back. That kind of place? It’s chaos. You’re just one girl; how could you survive in that mess?”

Sylvara felt a pang of guilt wash over her.

Nice going. You had to open your big mouth and reveal your origins, she berated herself.

This stubborn fool was so straightforward, obviously raised in a decent home, completely unaware of the darkness lurking in the world. And here he was, practically breaking his heart with worry over her survival.