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

Casper didn't have words to express himself once again. He just widened his eyes and his jaw dropped in the instant that he heard what Wayland said.

The soldier, for a while, didn't know how to react, but the reaction came involuntarily afterward.

Suddenly, he felt his heart racing and his body began to sweat profusely. He didn't notice before, but he was hot as if he just left a sauna. His skin was getting reddish.

Without realizing it, he clenched his fists as tightly as he could. His nails pierced through the skin of his palms and blood began to flow out of it.

Casper's muscles were all tense. He seemed to be getting prepared for a war or something. His mind was getting blurrier every second that passed.

In order to stop those effects, Casper needed to bite his tongue as hard as he could. He felt the taste of blood spread across his mouth, but didn't mind and continued to carve his teeth on his tongue's skin.

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