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 alarm of Casper's smartphone rang as per usual, at the same time as it always did. He woke up startled, but already fully conscious. As he had a very short time to rest, he was in a very light sleep.

Later, he surely would feel tired, but for now, he was ok.

The soldier had slept on the table at the cafeteria. All the lights were already lit up, and he didn't know how he could keep sleeping with those strong lights turned on.

"I need to admit that my head feels heavy as hell… And also my back… I shouldn't have had sleep here, but I didn't feel like going to the dormitory either…"

Casper was just trying to delay the inevitable. He knew that the time would pass slower if he stayed awake at the cafeteria and that he wouldn't sleep quickly being there, as well.

The White warrior wanted to drink while he was there, but they didn't have anything with alcohol inside the Sgail's Headquarters, which was reasonable, but annoying at the same time.

Fearing