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

"What do you mean by it!?" Casper was exasperated. Everything seemed to be going wrong again. He was striving just to keep his mind away from the past events, and the many losses they had, but now something even more dangerous appeared.

"It means exactly what I say! Something or someone is stopping me! There is a kind of barrier that's limiting me to make contact with them."

"… Are you sure that it's not because you are tired, Ragnar?" Casper asked, just to release conscience.

"Yeah, I am sure. I would know if I am too tired to even speak to them through telepathy. Also, Berserker is still making effect on us, so I will not stop to use my quirk until I faint."

Ragnar presented an irrefutable point. In fact, the drug was affecting most of the prisoners. There was no way that someone under Berserker's symptoms would run out of gas like a normal human.

"So… What can be stopping you? Do you have any idea?"

Race