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

Alfar's group had finally arrived at the end of those stairs. They went up slowly and carefully, drawing their guns and waiting for the worst.

Alfar was a good leader. However, it was due to his natural intimidating aura. Without even trying he could influence people and make them obey him. In truth, it was hard to call him a leader when his skills were just based on emotional and psychological pressure.

The fact was that, although people would follow Alfar and do what he said to do, they would never be so confident, efficient, or strong as Casper's group (or when at the time the soldier was still coordinating from far away).

Their performance had decreased significantly, and they got used to being dependant on Casper's competence, which made the inexperienced Alfar, who knew little about the art of War, be a passable leader in the end. And this happened to be a factor that decreased the strength of all the prisoner's groups, except Casper's.

The misunderstood old man