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

This competition was never a warriors' league, but rather a contest for the king of scrappiness, and those who had claimed disinterest before the match, merely making up numbers, were baring their fangs by the second round.


Indeed, it was proven time and again that interest groups were no match for the kings of scrappiness, regardless of the era.


Following Song Lan, the genuine interest group "Heavy Cannon"'s mercenary team were successively eliminated, while Xinyue was disqualified for illegal modifications to the Horn Bug.


Biologically speaking, the contestant that Xinyue deployed only resembled a Horn Bug in appearance; in reality, it was a different creature hatched by her.


"Heavy Cannon," the burly man sitting next to Song Lan, lamented bitterly. He had woken up this morning with the mindset of securing at least fourth place, aiming for the championship.


Chapter 315: Setting Out for the Queen_1