Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 80

**Chapter 80: Testing Limits**

Shameless.

Veyric strutted around, pretending to be a senior, basking in his own self-praise. He was utterly absorbed in his delusions of grandeur, oblivious to the world around him.

Finished.

Sylvara shot him a look that could curdle milk, her disdain palpable. Who in their right mind cared about his so-called credits? “Goodbye,” she said curtly, her voice laced with irritation.

Without a second glance, she turned on her heel and strode away, her determination evident in every step.

As soon as Veyric caught sight of Sylvara making her escape, a sense of panic surged within him. “Sylvara, wait!” he called out, scrambling to chase after her.

But before he could reach her, Aslan was upon him, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He swiftly covered his mouth and nose with his hand, leaving only his eyes visible. “Veyric, do you remember me?” he asked, his voice dripping with mockery.

Veyric stared at him, confusion morphing into horror as recognition dawned. His eyes widened in terror. “Y- y-you’re that quack therapist! The one who wore that creepy mask and jabbed me with that arm-thick syringe?” he stammered, his voice rising in pitch.

Aslan chuckled, the sound unsettling. He released his grip on his face and let out a laugh that sent shivers down Veyric’s spine. “I’m so touched that you remember me! Come on, let’s go for a little physical checkup,” he said, his tone laced with sinister delight.

“I’m not going! I’m perfectly fine, there’s nothing wrong with me!” Veyric protested vehemently, thrashing against Aslan’s grasp. “Sylvara! Help me!” he shouted, desperation creeping into his voice.

“She won’t save you,” Aslan sneered, dragging him away with an air of sleaziness that made Veyric’s skin crawl. “Go on, scream all you want! Scream until your throat gives out; it won’t make a difference. You’re not getting away from me today.”

The mere thought of that monstrous syringe sent Veyric into a frenzy. “I don’t want to! You quack! Sylvara, please! Save me!” he yelled, his voice breaking with panic.

But Sylvara was long gone, having already dashed back to the dormitory, her heart racing.

Once inside, she flung herself onto her bed, ready to sink into a much-needed nap. Just as she began to drift off, her optical computer chimed, jolting her awake.

With a groan, she opened her eyes, raising her hand to activate the screen. A notification flashed before her: it was a general announcement from the academy system—a reminder from the Education Bureau for all military students to review Article 559 of the Penal Code and Article 56 of the Marriage Act. The message was underscored with a note that it was a friendly reminder from Commander Vaelor to all military students.

A reminder from her bargain-bin husband?

Sylvara rolled over onto her stomach, a frown creasing her brow as she opened the legal texts. She began to peruse the articles, her mind racing. By sending a reminder like this, was she testing the limits of her bargain-bin husband’s patience?

Just an hour earlier, Agares had been busy clearing a batch of mutated, soft, pudgy worms that oozed a sickly green substance.

Now, aboard the warship, he listened intently as the vice commanders from each battalion reported on the battle situation, casualty numbers, and future operation plans.

Suddenly, the optical computer on his wrist buzzed, cutting through the tension in the room like a knife.

The reports halted abruptly.

All vice commanders turned in unison to look at Agares, their curiosity piqued.

His gaze flickered down to the screen, and his heart sank. It was the voice call from his new wife, the one who had cried and blocked him just the day before.

His hands, which had been tightly clenched, slowly relaxed. He pressed the reject button, lifting his gaze to survey the room, his voice icy. “Continue.”

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