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

"The Emperor" looked around and found that he was the only one in the audience.


The images of the Tidal Sect members on stage had changed at some point. They had shed their grey robes and donned strange costumes from the drama troupe, each wearing a smiling mask. After the curtain call, they bowed sincerely to "The Emperor," the sole audience member.


Even the girl who was thrown into the waves a short while ago had returned to the stage. Like everyone else, she wore a mask, and her gender could only be vaguely discerned from her figure.


"Now, please clap your hands; it's the least you can do."


Whisper sounded close to his ear or, more accurately, filled this bizarre world like a narrator's voice.


Once the applause sounded, the actors on stage finally began their next movements.


The capsized boat to the Misty Archipelago was not the only performance prepared; "The Emperor" saw much more.


Chapter 757: Spirit Light Drama Society_1