Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 122

**The Third Signature by Mark Twain**
**Chapter 122: Ten Points Down**

Blake pressed the pause button on his optical computer with a decisive tap, his fingers lingering for a moment before he lowered his hand. He fixed a piercing gaze on Valia and Mavena, who were crouched beneath the metallic table, their expressions a mix of confusion and indignation. “Valia from the Healing Department and Mavena from the Agriculture Department,” he announced, his voice steady and unwavering. “This field training exercise is valued at 100 points, but I regret to inform you that each of you will be losing 10 points. This deduction will be reflected in your final grade.”

“Why?” Valia spat out, her voice thick with anger, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. “We didn’t do anything wrong. Are we not even allowed to question the academy when it’s being unjust?” Her eyes blazed with defiance as she searched for answers.

Blake let out a derisive snort, the sound echoing in the tense silence. “Fair? You think this is about fairness? The so-called ‘useless’ person you mocked happens to represent Mr. Noll from the Culinary Department. Mr. Noll has granted her full authority,” he replied, his tone dripping with disdain.

“Still not convinced? If you believe it’s unfair, then I suggest you go ask your department head for the same authority. Once you wield the power of a department head, then you can come back and discuss fairness with me,” he continued, his words cutting through the air like a knife.

Valia and Mavena’s faces drained of color. They had never fathomed that someone from a department they deemed ‘trash’ could be endowed with such significant power.

“Why wasn’t this written anywhere?” Valia pressed on, her voice rising in desperation. “She’s just a sophomore mingling with freshmen! What if she’s hiding weapons in her spatial button and pulls them out during training to aid her own team? How is that fair to us?” Her heart raced, a mix of fear and anger coursing through her veins.

“Deduct 50 points,” Blake declared coldly, turning to the recording instructor beside him. “Reason: refusing to obey orders.”

“You’re abusing your—” Valia began, but Blake cut her off with a calm yet chilling interruption.

“Think before you speak,” he stated, his voice slow and deliberate, devoid of any warmth. “Say it out loud, and I will wipe out all 100 points. You’ll be expelled from training and receive a demerit.”

In a military academy, a demerit was no trivial matter. It would stain your permanent record, a mark that could haunt you long after graduation as you sought employment in the future.

Valia’s lips pressed tightly together, swallowing her resentment and frustration, realizing the futility of her rebellion.

If the venom in Mavena’s gaze could manifest, Sylvara would have been reduced to mere fragments. Yet Mavena concealed her fury with remarkable skill—too skillfully for anyone to notice.

With a playful lift of her foot, Sylvara shot a wink at the stern-faced Blake before dutifully returning to her designated line.

“Anyone who hasn’t submitted their spatial button, continue forward. Those who have, step ahead,” Blake commanded, his gravelly voice brooking no dissent. “Any further objections will result in a demerit and immediate return to campus.”

Once again, Blake emerged victorious.

Epic.

In a moment of silent camaraderie, Sylvara discreetly gave him a thumbs-up, a gesture of appreciation hidden beneath the surface of the unfolding tension.

Blake’s gaze swept over the crowd, his expression unyielding.

The students, who had been murmuring amongst themselves, fell silent, quickly reforming their lines and submitting their spatial buttons with a newfound urgency.

Sylvara’s group had already completed their task and moved on.

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15:00 Thu, Dec 18 D GO.

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