Sylvara's Rebirth A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 84

**Chapter 84: The Price of a Candy**

The moment Aslan laid eyes on Veyric’s tear-streaked face, a pang of guilt struck him deep in his chest. The boy looked so wronged, his expression a mix of betrayal and sorrow, that Aslan felt compelled to pause and reassess his actions. Yet, he reminded himself, he hadn’t committed any heinous act. The order for the injection had come from the Storms, not him.

But had he truly misjudged the situation?

Could it be that Sylvara was nothing more than a burden, utterly dependent on the Level-7 Plant Healer for her survival?

“What’s so unclean about an injection?” Aslan’s voice dripped with sarcasm as he cleared his throat. “Do you want me to give your backside a little rub while I’m at it?” He tossed the syringe into the trash with a dismissive flick of his wrist and reached out toward Veyric.

In a flash, Veyric evaded him, pressing his back against the wall as if it could offer him some form of protection. His small frame trembled with indignation as he snapped back, “Get lost!”

Aslan couldn’t help but think that this entire exchange seemed disconnected from Sylvara.

He spread his hands wide, a gesture of mock surrender. “Listen, this is my territory. Leave ten pieces of gene candy behind, and you can go on your way.”

The audacity of it all! He had already endured the injection, and now he was expected to part with candy? How was that even remotely fair?

Veyric stamped his foot in frustration, his glare fierce. “You didn’t want them before! Now that I have them, I won’t give you any. They’re all gone!”

“Gone?” Aslan raised an eyebrow, striding back to a cabinet with purpose. He yanked it open, revealing a treasure trove of unopened syringes, each one as thick as a small arm.

Veyric’s face went pale, the color draining from his cheeks. “They’re—they’re not gone… I’ll give them to you!”

In a flurry of movement, he tore open his spatial button and poured out an entire box of candy, the colorful pieces spilling out like a cascade of vibrant jewels.

Aslan quickly closed the cabinet with a satisfying snap and accepted the box with a smirk. “Now that’s more like it. By the way, did you know that Sylvara is the Starnet sensation known as Sylvaracorpse?”

“What?” Veyric’s eyes widened in disbelief, his surprise palpable.

Aslan’s smile turned sly, a fox-like glint in his eyes. “Sylvaracorpse is Sylvara. She’s streaming right now! Didn’t you fail to grab any lemons? Hurry, you might still catch her!”

He had been following Sylvara’s account religiously, ensuring that every stream notification was sent directly to his device.

“Ah!” Veyric let out a shriek, this time fueled by pure exhilaration. He thrust all the candy into Aslan’s hands. “Take them all, you quack! I’m off to find Sylvara!”

With that, he bolted toward the door like a flash of lightning. Aslan didn’t attempt to stop him this time; he simply tapped the door open, allowing Veyric to rush out into the world beyond.

Aslan grabbed the box with renewed enthusiasm. “Yes, sir.”

Together, they exited the room, the air thick with anticipation.

Meanwhile, in another part of the world, the lemon slices had just finished baking to perfection.

Sylvara carefully placed a slice into a cup, pouring warm water over it before adding a drizzle of honey. She turned to face the tidal wave of new Starnet viewers flooding into her stream. “Dried lemon is no different from fresh. Just steep it in warm water with honey. The taste remains unchanged. I’ve enabled full sensory sharing. Give it a try.”

The sweet-tart flavor danced across millions of eager tongues, igniting an explosion of chatter in the chatroom.

[Boss, look at me! I don’t need a whole lemon. Just one slice is more than enough!]

[Boss, I was wrong! I’ll never join a lemon sale again. I’ll camp in your stream forever! Remember my username! Please, just give me a lemon!]

There had only been 1,000 lemons available, one for each person, and they had sold out in less than a heartbeat. With a staggering 30 billion people in the Troya Empire, the odds had been nearly impossible.

Sylvara glanced over at the pot of boiling cane juice, her mind racing with ideas. She retrieved small glass jars and began meticulously packing the dried lemon slices, her heart racing with excitement for what was to come.