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

'Master, I finally finished the preparations to teleport you there!' Yanke said, joyfully.

Casper could bring to mind the image of that little robot with a Viking hat spinning and floating around cheerfully. It made him smile.

'It's strange how this little guy can make me feel like I have a brother or a son.' He leaned his back on the chair he was in. He was trying to have some random thoughts, so he wouldn't pay attention to Canute's father who was near him.

If not for that man, everything would be way harder to pull through. Casper respected him and wanted to, at least, take his body to Canute, but now wasn't the time to be so sensitive like that.

'Thank you for the compliment. I will take it as a compliment, by the way, Master.' Yanke had a shy and somewhat sweet tone of voice. He was kind of flattered for being considered as a brother or son to his Master.

Wrath part 1