Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162 Self-Detonation

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He always managed to say the most infuriating things with a straight face and never lose sleep

over it.

Listen to yourself-does that even sound human?

“The machine can’t test my mental power.”

Oh really?

What was his chief healer, Auren there for-decoration?

As if she didn’t know his true level better than anyone.

Sylvara was just about to mock him again when Agares paused, then added, “But I should thank you, Ms. Feywin. The mental-energy fruit you gave my wife-after she cooked it—had a significant stabilizing effect.”

Sylvara froze.

She genuinely didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Who talks about divorce like a judge, then in the next breath declares, with the same poker face, that in all the world-even if you brought the best fruit-nothing beats his wife’s cooking?

Double standards, walking in human form.

Truly owed a beating.

The Smokewillow in Sylvara’s grip thickened and lengthened without warning. She snapped it forward with the full force of her mental power behind it at Agares.

Charged with massive mental energy, the willow struck like a whip, slicing clean through the dead twig Agares was using to counter.

Only a stump remained.

Sylvara lunged again, pushing her advantage.

But that was exactly when the hundred-man squad returned, crashing straight into the battlefield and immediately opened fire on Agares in a chaotic, indiscriminate sweep.

Agares sprang off the low tree, avoiding the hail of blank rounds.

Sylvara wore the Fifth Academy uniform.

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Her face was painted in wildland camo.

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The hundred-man squad naturally treated her as one of their own and didn’t target her.

She calmly stood on the branch, shortened her Smokewillow into two whip-length strips, and pressed her comms. “All units-hundred-man squad is engaging the primary anomaly. All teams converge immediately.”

Her words barely finished when-

Boom.

Every single soldier in the hundred-man squad erupted in red smoke.

Sylvara blinked. Agares was already harvesting shoulder badges.

Were these people … useless?

All wiped out in one go?

Even the wiped-out soldiers were confused.

Their guns were in their own hands.

So, how? How did they get eliminated?

Sylvara jumped down to join the harvest, occasionally finishing off anyone who somehow dodged Agares’s fire.

But she wasn’t nearly fast enough.

Agares moved like a hurricane in human skin, passing in a passing blur.

He stripped every badge in sight, not leaving a single survivor unclaimed.

Out of a hundred badges, Sylvara only managed twenty.

Her bargain-bin husband? Eighty.

He didn’t miss a single one. When he finished, he hopped back onto the low tree, poised and composed like nothing had happened.

Sylvara followed, shamelessly pragmatic. “Your Highness Agares, I have a question. How about a temporary ceasefire?”

Agares gave her a cool sideways glance.

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Sylvara swore his look said loud and clear, Back off, you little gremlin.

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But her skin was thick enough to be its own armor. She leaned in, smiling like a suck-up, and pointed at him who was polishing badges. “Your Highness Agares, how did you make their own blank rounds bounce back and hit them? That’s not possible under normal physics.”

Agares tucked the badges into his spatial button and answered coldly, “Self-detonation.”

She almost choked.

Seriously?

“You used your mental power to make their guns self-detonate?” she demanded.

Agares opened his mouth to answer, but his wrist comm chimed. He glanced down. His posture stiffened-just barely-but enough for Sylvara to notice.

Her eyes flicked to the time on her own device. Ah. The timed audio message she’d sent. Bullseye.

Sylvara’s eyes gleamed. She leaned in, triumphant. “Your Highness Agares, is that from your wife? Before coming here, I figured I might lose, so I talked to her in advance. Told her to go ahead and agree to the divorce.

“She said she’d find you and discuss terms. That message might be her telling you where to sign the papers.”

Agares’s brows knit slightly. His hand hovered over the comm. He stared at her. “You … why would you suddenly agree with me divorcing her?”

Ah yes. Time to lie with confidence. Sylvara straightened, voice righteous, “Your Highness Agares, please don’t twist things. You’ve been shouting about divorce nonstop. Meanwhile, your wife constantly praises you to me-but you don’t appreciate her.

“I hear you bring up divorce constantly. You even snatched my shoulder badge to make your point. Obviously, you’re desperate and don’t think highly of her anymore. I’m a straightforward person-when I saw you so eager to leave her, I figured I might as well help and tell her to set you free.”

Agares went silent.

Sylvara suddenly panicked. Had she pushed the bit too far? What if he took it seriously?

But just as she started to regret it—

Agares finally tapped the message. And out came her own fake voice-soft, sugary, quivering, pitiful.

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