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

"Will you defend this base till death, fight back and try to conquer the Castle until your body crumbles, or go to their side?"

MMA's words echoed in Casper's mind as he walked through the still messed Support base.

People were yet to finish organizing everything. The apprehension on their hearts about getting attacked at any time made them do it quickly, but there were too many things to get done.

Dislocating an entire base from a specific place to another wasn't something that they could do overnight, particularly when they needed to take special care of the patients.

Casper could see how much care the healers had with the wounded people who were still under treatment. It somehow soothed his mind but didn't make it easier for him to forget about what MMA asked.

He thought that he needed a little stroll to get to a conclusion, but, of course, it wasn't as simple as that.

Conclusion