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.

.........

Support us in:

Ko-fi.com/syall

We would be very thankful for this :)

District 42

The captain began to talk about the operation once he made sure that everyone understood what he meant to say.

That mission appeared all of a sudden, and the Ridires, of course, threw it on his lap. When they didn't want to solve something bothersome, they would always delegate the task to the guards. That's why the captain was so pissed off that day, more than usual.

'The last thing that those bastards made by themselves was to pursue Javir and his group, nothing more. After the born of the Frelsi, we are having to deal with everything all alone again. Since it's not a plan of that organization, they interpret it as if it has nothing to do with them.'

After clicking his tongue, he stared at the guards and began his explanation once and for all.

Too late part 4