Syal

More and more obscure times fall on a place known as district 42. Poverty can be seen everywhere you go. Misery resides in the lives of every citizen. A thin line is about to be crossed. The final battle will soon begin. On the one hand, those who value tradition, order; On the other, those who cry out for freedom. Everyone knows, although no one claims ... but the district flag will soon burn. However, in an event perhaps headed by fate, a soldier wakes up. A man transported from another world, plunging into all the Chaos spread over that place. Perhaps, the only man capable of extinguishing the flames of that cruel war.

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District 42

The blinding light of the flashbang spread across the corridor, stunning all the Ridires that were there.

The only one that could prevent being blinded was the commandant, who had noticed the action anticipatedly and covered his eyes.

Casper didn't lose more time there, he picked Alfar and Olaf, one in each shoulder. His legs faltered in the first steps, and he stumbled for some moments when he started to run away, but soon he got more steady.

Usually, he wouldn't have the strength to carry both of them, but that powerful drug was still taking effect in his body, which caused his capacities to, at least, get doubled.

He was impressed by how useful that medicine called odin was, but he could not help but feel concerned about the collateral effects or what would be the consequences in his body afterward.

"Don't think about it now. Just focus on the present. Unfortunately, what's done is done, you can't change this anymore."

Changing everything