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 group of prisoners didn't stop following Casper by any means. The Ridires giving chase on them were getting each time closer and wiping out their comrades right behind them.

The ones who were on the rear of the formation could just pray to Odin and obey the orders to not retaliate and keep running away.

It was doing more damage than good, but at that point, those inexperienced people couldn't help but act as Casper demanded.

As time passed, the number of prisoners was decreasing. Their morale was going to the deepest bottom, some barely could find the motivation to keep going.

Their lives were at stake, but it did not matter at all, since run away would lead them to death just as much as stay still would be a suicide.

The strength of the weak