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 saw the King's expression changing bit by bit until it turned into pure wrath. The soldier prepared for anything that could come but didn't back away. He maintained his posture and didn't let a trace of doubt or regret on his face.

Since he already dared to do it, he would go until the very end.

"What the hell did you say!?" The King shouted, losing completely his cool.

Casper held Gungnir in front of him, tightening his grip even more.

"I said that I won't give it back to you. You, idiot, don't deserve to have such a powerful thing in your hands. Not if you will enslave your own folk with it again."

The King stuttered for a moment. He was used to having everything under control. He could predict and watch everything with Gungnir while inside his Castle. He was the man that could control the destiny of all other men in all the district!

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