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

That spheric robot was floating in front of MMA and the other scientists, but he was not in idleness. Instead, he was moving to different places, looking at all sorts of things, and registering on his data bank all the information he could gather. He often would repeat words that the others said as well.

"That's… That's cute!" MMA spoke, his voice wasn't as emotionless as always, and he couldn't bring himself to take his eyes off that robot.

"Cute…" The robot repeated once, then again, then a third time. "Cute… Cute…"

MMA had a look on his face of a man that could die now but would be in peace and with no regrets. It was just as if he had seen the most amazing thing of his life, and there was nothing more he wanted to do.

Yanke