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

Casper barely had stood from the ground after receiving that punch and was already losing the strength on his legs and falling again. He could not believe what his eyes were showing him.

The two figures of Freygar were walking towards him slowly, both with their fists clenched and with a cold look on their faces. Casper couldn't stand against that situation, so he needed to step back sometimes. He was willing to look back and see how his men were doing, but unfortunately, he couldn't avoid his gaze from those two. He felt that, if he did, he would surely die.

"What the heck does this man did? The smoke grenades were just to hid and don't show what they were doing, that's obvious, but the point is: what they did? How is it possible? Does he doubled only himself or all the other troops are doubled as well?"

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