Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 83

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**Chapter 83: The Lemon Rush**

As the digital world flickered to life, Sylvara’s stream ignited in a dazzling display of holographic brilliance, enveloping viewers in a sensory experience that was nothing short of intoxicating. The tangy zest of lemon mingled with the sweetness of honey, a flavor explosion that danced on the tongues of those watching, making them feel as though they were savoring the concoction themselves.

“There’s another way to make use of lemons,” she announced with a spark of enthusiasm. “You can slice them and dry them in the oven. Dried lemon lasts much longer than fresh. Just toss a few pieces into warm or cold water with honey, and you’ll find it’s just as delightful.”

With deft movements, she sliced through a dozen lemons, each cut precise and deliberate, the bright yellow flesh glistening under the kitchen lights. She arranged the slices on a wire rack, their citrus scent wafting through the air, before sliding them into the oven, the heat enveloping them like a warm embrace.

At precisely noon, the much-anticipated sale from Saphron kicked off.

“1000 lemons, 1000 portions of the Fifth Military Academy’s vibrant red mascot fruit,” she announced, but in less than a heartbeat, they vanished into the ether. The collective disappointment echoed through Starnet, a cacophony of frustrated howls and lamentations.

[I boosted my connection to maximum. Why didn’t I snag any?]

[One second! What are these people doing, training their hands like they’ve been single for too long?]

[My lemons. My bright reds. Nothing. Not a single one.]

As the virtual crowd seethed with anger and envy, someone noticed that Sylvara’s stream had gone live. Like a tidal wave, the viewers surged into her broadcast, desperate for a second chance.

Once inside, they quickly realized that the first 100 viewers had already secured delightful gifts. Some would receive a lemon, while others would be treated to her famous ginger candy.

Those who had missed out on the sale clutched their heads in despair, a mix of regret and disbelief washing over them.

Why had they squandered their time battling for lemons? Here, they didn’t even need to click with lightning speed.

Now, they were left with absolutely nothing.

What did we ever do to deserve this?

Meanwhile, in the sterile confines of Aslan’s private examination room, Veyric sat with a parched throat, desperately trying to defend himself against accusations that felt as heavy as lead.

“You quack! There’s nothing wrong with me! You already checked. It was definitely the gene candy.”

“My mom got them from the Central Gene Hospital. Mavena beat me up, and those gene candy pieces took the pain away. Sylvara has nothing to do with this! She’s utterly useless.”