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

<p>Casper finally was walking off from the side of Kaleb. He wasn't willing to go further with that conversation since he could not get more important information from him. Even if he could, there were more interesting people to talk to within that meeting, and it was a must to talk with each one of them to take maximum advantage of that situation and raise his knowledge regarding the Jarls.</p>

<p>'Fortunately, no one is asking me about my name… The Jarls don't seem to bother to know the names of people that are at a lower level than them, particularly the ones participating in this party… That's ideal, because they could find a way to search up my name, and then discover that there is no register in the Castle of someone like me.'</p>

Leonel's doubt