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

"B-but…" Rurik tried to argue with the Princess, but the last didn't let him even start his quote.

She burst into the room, getting near him, making the Aesir nearly fall from the chair he was on top. Casper was going to rush for it, aiming to prevent him to fall, but the guy could take his balance back.

"No 'buts' for me, Rurik! How many times do we talked about it!? I need you alive, you jerk!"

"So what if you need me alive or not!? The life is mine, and I have the right to decide what I will do with it! I am your subordinate but I can die if I want."

The Princess was holding him by the waist, trying to reach the rope around his neck to take it off, but Rurik was making it very difficult for her.

"Argh! Stop, now! And what are you talking about your life be yours? The exact moment you turned into an Aesir you vowed your life for the Real family and the Jarls, so your life is basically mine now!"

Suicidal Aesir