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

Rurik was waving his hands in despair towards the tall and bulked man in front of him. He had pleading eyes as if everything he wanted was to the Vanir to target him and kill him already (And that was, indeed, what he wanted from him).

'What is this freaking bastard thinking? Does he wants to die?' (Yes, that's exactly what he meant)

"Please! Let those losers aside, you will need to struggle too much with them! Why don't you just start with me and end with this fight already!?" Rurik approached the Vanir in hurried steps.

The man just backed away, tightening his guard and looking to the melancholic Aesir trying to get closer to him.

'No. It can't be. This guy is probably planning something. I know more or less about his power, and they told me that he would have an eccentric personality as well, but I can't let myself be fooled here.' He squinted his eyes. 'In this case, I will make everything I can to maintain him far away from me!'

Life's value part 1