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 walked under those lights and shouts of the crowd. He felt like some sort of celebrity, not that it was something that he liked but it didn't feel that bad.

He was a bit sorry for them, though. For a moment, he wouldn't be the hero that they thought he was. In truth, no matter what others said, Casper never thought of himself as a hero. He was nothing but a soldier, someone who devoted his life to fighting for what he thought was right.

'No... maybe I can't call myself a soldier anymore. That's not how a soldier should be. A soldier must obey their superior's orders at all costs, a soldier must fight for the elite of his folk, believing that it will be the best for all the others below them. A soldier fights for what others think is the right thing. Now, I am just acting by myself.'

The next, and final, step