Peach Cooldown

In the dystopian world of 2166, District Seventeen, my current abode, earned the dubious honor of being labeled the Federation's most decrepit sector. 
The specter of unemployment looms large...
The count of missing individuals steadily climbs...
A relentless tide of fugitives...
As many people say, Enforcer is the most dangerous career on this planet.
And I, unfortunately, have become one. 
(Cyberpunk + Post-apocalyptic, four completed novels over millions of words. Feel free to read in any way you wish.)

Enforcer Manual

Watching Song Lan reach out his right hand toward "The Devourer," Medea prepared to flee the instant she saw it.


When he declined the α-blocker, she had an inkling she was dealing with a layman, but she could have never imagined someone so tired of living to this extent.


She remembered emphasizing to Song Lan that individual will is negligible in front of the Queen's Nest, and the most direct way to facilitate a consciousness exchange is through touch.


The moment their bodies make contact, the consciousness of the Queen's Nest crashes into the individual's brain like a tsunami, crushing their autonomy instantly, no matter how strong it is.


Because it's a fusion deep within the soul.


With one's individual consciousness, to withstand the collective of all creatures assimilated by The Devourer, as well as The Devourer itself.


Chapter 215: Friend, Have You Heard of Justifiable Defense?_1