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

Just when Casper finished taking his report from Ragnar, he organized the formation of his group. He couldn't let the prisoners so crowded as they were now. If a Ridire came with a specific device or weapon that could affect a long-range, they would all be wiped in a matter of seconds.

Just the protocols weren't enough. He needed to change everything and make them act like soldiers if he wanted to make it in time to gather all the groups.

It was frustrating that he could not take action on the other prisoners who were still spread in the other parts of the prison, but nothing was helping it. The only way was to trust them, even though they were starting to discredit him.

"No. Not an only mean thought as far as I can notice… But I don't know exactly how accurate I am now, or how much I will endure it. I am really at my last energy reserves…"

The chase part 2