Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 120

### Chapter 120: Into the Killing Grounds

Sylvara felt an exhilarating rush, as if she had stumbled upon a treasure trove of opportunity. A surge of confidence coursed through her veins, and she mentally applauded herself for her cleverness. The thought of securing Agares’s attention and commitment fueled her determination; she was resolute in her quest to lock him down without delay.

Without wasting a moment, she quickly typed out a message to Agares: “Honey, our training site is Primitive Planet Three in the Tenth Sector. I hear there are saber-toothed tigers, lions, and all sorts of vicious mutant beasts lurking out there. I’ll arrive in six hours. Wish me luck! Mwah!”

Meanwhile, Agares was immersed in the intensity of morning drills. The atmosphere was charged with energy as soldiers from various battalions worked tirelessly under the watchful eyes of their superiors. Deputy generals, major generals, and squad leaders were all present, their presence adding a weight of authority to the proceedings.

Three squad leaders banded together, strategizing to take down a single deputy general, while five regular soldiers formed a cohesive unit to challenge one major general. The air was thick with tension and the sounds of exertion, punctuated by the grunts and shouts of soldiers engaged in simulated combat against the formidable Swarborn. But don’t let the word “simulate” fool you; the ground was littered with real Swarborn corpses, and the metallic scent of blood mingled with the stench of sweat, creating a gruesome tableau that left everyone feeling grimy and overwhelmed.

Agares stood at the forefront of the chaos, gripping a black baton tightly as he surveyed the field with a steely gaze. Just then, his comm device chimed, and he lifted his wrist to check the notification. The moment he read the message, his expression darkened, and a sense of urgency washed over him. With a fierce determination, he slammed the baton into the ground, producing a sharp crack that echoed like thunder across the field.

Every soldier froze, their movements stilled as they held their breath, each one silently praying to be spared from the commander’s infamous “special training” sessions. The weight of his presence loomed over them, a palpable tension that seemed to thicken the air.

With a calm yet commanding demeanor, Agares pulled the baton back and scanned the crowd, his face an impassive mask. “Today’s drill has been altered to live operations. Assemble in ten minutes. Our destination is Primitive Planet Three. Our mission is to hunt and eliminate all mutant beasts rated Level Six and above.”

Six hours later, the ship touched down at the bustling space station of the Tenth Sector, Primitive Planet Three. As Sylvara disembarked, she quickly realized that she wasn’t alone; first-year students from the First, Second, Third, and Fourth Military Academies were all gathered here, their excitement palpable in the air.

The academy ships had arrived almost simultaneously, forming a neat line at the station as students disembarked in an orderly fashion. The first task upon arrival was to hand in their spatial buttons—an essential protocol. Aside from their optical computers and the clothes on their backs, no personal items were permitted.

Sylvara joined the line of freshmen, her heart racing with anticipation. When she reached the front and was about to surrender her spatial button, Blake interjected, addressing the instructor collecting them. “She’s a second-year student. She doesn’t need to turn hers in.”

The instructor barely glanced up, simply waving Sylvara through with a dismissive gesture.

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