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 increasing number of floating debris on the surface of the water nearly drove the sailors of the Tidal Church into madness, pacing back and forth on the deck, repeatedly requesting to return to port.


"The Emperor" of course could not possibly fulfill his wish and continued sailing through verbal and forceful threats.


This perhaps was also one of the advantages of being at sea; the sailors who had boarded the "pirate ship" could not desert easily. Only after one sailor became exhausted from hopping around on the deck did "The Emperor" approach him and ask, "Has the sky in this sea area always been like this?"


He had never seen such a bizarre sky anywhere in the "outside world."


The crimson sky and the orb that seemed never to rise or set made it impossible to discern whether it was day or night.


However, he vaguely remembered that the unknown sea areas he had witnessed in the Spirit Troupe were not like this.


Chapter 766: Envoy_1