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 thought that he was gone once he saw that explosion of energy coming in his direction. He couldn't feel that Yanke had predicted that outcome and was already teleporting him to their main objective.

He got so desperate, that he closed his eyes tightly and remained like that until his partner contacted him again.

[ Master, it's been a while since you are in this same position. I think it's about time to realize that you didn't die. ]

'Oh... Ok... I was waiting for you to say so, actually...' The soldier sighed, looking around and seeing that he was on an entirely different floor of the Castle.

'Am I in the right place?' He asked. Casper wasn't too familiar with that floor. The last time that he went there, he got driven crazy and didn't look around too much. Also, he was teleported right away inside a building.

'Why didn't you teleport me inside?'

Deciding the destiny