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 nodded in understanding after Wayland finished his story. Now, everything was clear to him.

He supposed that there would be a lot of things behind the history of District 42, but to think that it was something so big... He barely could absorb that information all at once.

Wayland didn't expect him to say anything after what he told. The Forger was aware of how much things needed to be taken into consideration before concluding.

Nonetheless, the bald man was aware of Casper's potential. He knew that the soldier was surely capable to understand why he disrespected those last sentences of Leif.

The White warrior, just as he supposed, didn't last much to answer him properly.

"District 42 may be addressed as some sort of experiment, right? Leif didn't see them as folk that he should care for, but people who would prove whether he was crazy or a genius, the only man who could make the perfect society."

I beg you