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

Three weeks went by after the day that Casper spent with MMA.

The support base changed its location every week in order to make it difficult for the Frelsis to find them.

It was complicated to do so, but they didn't have any means to prevent them to attack. After all, while outside of the Castle, they were in enemy territory. They needed to be two times as cautious.

At first, all the tents of the supporting base were quite outstanding, but they became smaller every day.

The healers were ordained to transfer the warriors and citizens who were already recovered to the houses of the Jarls who were willing to help them.

Some Jarls lived in the Midwest and North region, so they had somewhere to go once the supporting base dismissed them.

Working till fainting