Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 123

**Chapter 123: The Hunt Begins**

Boom! The sound erupted like thunder, a visceral explosion that jolted the very ground beneath them.

It was over in a heartbeat.

In the aftermath, a relentless barrage of mortar rounds began to rain down from above, accompanied by the mocking shouts of the instructors. “You little brats, the game is officially on! These aren’t just any mortars; they’re real! If you get hit, you’re out of the game. And getting eliminated? That costs you points—points that will determine your final score!”

“Run! Now!”

The command pierced through the chaos, but no one could pinpoint the voice that had shouted it.

Two hundred thousand freshmen, backpacks bouncing wildly, surged forward, their hearts pounding as they fled into the dense embrace of the forest.

The mortar shells seemed to pursue them, a terrifying reminder of their precarious situation.

They sprinted ahead, the explosions echoing behind them like an ominous drumroll.

In mere seconds, the air was thick with the sound of detonations, turning the once serene forest into a cacophony of chaos.

Aslan stood clad in full instructor gear, his face painted with camouflage that accentuated the sharp angles of his androgynous features, now infused with an untamed energy.

Clutching a black instructor’s baton, he surveyed the panicked throng of students ahead. “When she fought just now, you were that close. Did you not sense any change in her mental energy?”

Blake, his eyes glued to the clipped footage from his optical computer, watched as Sylvara unleashed a flurry of strikes on an opponent, fierce and composed, her face obscured. He quickly forwarded the clip to Agares, then scanned the crowd until he spotted Sylvara among the runners, her red camouflage standing out boldly. “No fluctuation in mental energy. She must have used the latest self-defense stun baton available.”

“She just moved too quickly, and with the spatial button obstructing the view, no one noticed it,” Blake added, a hint of admiration in his tone.

Aslan turned to Blake, astonished. “What a remarkable little thing. Who is she preparing to defend herself against?”

A sly smile crept across Blake’s face as he tilted his head, his eyes glinting with mischief. “You.”

Aslan felt a wave of disbelief wash over him.

Guard against me?

We share the same mentor, for heaven’s sake! We’re on the same side!

I never intended to dissect her. I simply wanted to examine her fertility potential. What if it’s high enough for natural childbirth? What if she could bring forth a soft, healthy baby without any genetic flaws?

Suddenly, a thunderous roar erupted from the depths of the forest, so powerful it sent flocks of birds fleeing from their perches.

Not even the relentless mortar fire could drown it out.

“What’s happening?” Aslan exclaimed, his expression shifting to one of alarm.

Blake’s brow furrowed as he turned sharply toward the source of the sound. “Someone’s hunting a Level-6 mutant beast or higher!”

Once Sylvara and her companions plunged into the forest, the mortars ceased their pursuit, continuing their barrage outside the treeline.

The air was thick with the acrid scent of gunpowder, reminiscent of a real battlefield, as students leaned against trees, some gasping for breath, others coughing violently as dust filled their throats.

Sylvara braced herself against a sturdy trunk, mirroring the others’ desperate attempts to recover, panting heavily while glancing down at her attire.

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