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

Once those words came out of Ivar's mouth, the group looked between each other. Casper was the most flabbergasted among them.

The image he had of Ivar was completely different from the man he was showing to be at that moment. He seemed to be just an addicted-in-fight, a mad man who could be named an Aesir because of his crazy strength. However, that wild warrior wasn't just muscles. There was leadership behind his words and way of action as well.

Seeing how much surprised Casper was, Brenna encharged herself to explain to him.

"He is like this sometimes, when he gets serious. He is just an idiot who likes to beat other people, but deep inside he knows how to deal with us. He doesn't do it all the time because he finds it to be a hassle." She whispered to him, trying to not interrupt the speech of her comrade.

Defensive measures