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

"You control the destiny of this world."


After an indeterminate amount of time, a voice echoed in Song Lan's mind.


The voice sounded somewhat familiar yet remained distantly removed from him, and as Spiritual Energy kept pouring in, his thoughts were pulled along to an even more distant point in time.


Within the chaos and darkness, it seemed as if electricity shot through his brain.


Then came the cheers of the crowd, and before regaining his sight, what first appeared before his eyes was a string of complex codes, meticulously documenting the current state of his body.


For most people, the moment of their birth usually takes place in a hospital, where doctors sever the umbilical cord connecting them to their mothers and bring them into this world.


But for the Colossus, his birth was not in a prosthetic hospital but in a research institute filled with sophisticated research equipment, surrounded by a group of fervent researchers celebrating this momentous historical milestone.


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