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

"So that means, when you look at the moon now, it's..."


After nightfall, an eye that hung in the night sky had replaced the moon. It looked like the pupil of a snake, and whenever you looked at it, you'd get the feeling that the moon was watching you.


Oleg and his squad had just arrived in the town that day when two of their members, while studying this full moon, suddenly became mentally unstable. They fought each other in their exoskeleton armor, and one of them even activated the self-destruct mechanism, hugging the other as they both exploded into pieces.


"Those contaminated by psychic pollution will develop strong aggression, believing that the townspeople have been driven mad in the same way."


"It seems this is not a hallucination."


Song Lan suddenly said, but although he had been staring at the moon for quite a while, no other voices had surfaced in his mind.


Chapter 270: Literalist Sect - Part 1