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" ultimately failed to find the whereabouts of the Tidal Church crew in the town. He vanished into the fog of the streets, forever disappearing from this world.


Yet some say he returned to the domain of the Tidal Church.


That place lies in the central sea region encircled by the archipelago, only known to the Believers of the Tidal Church, whose methods to get there remained a secret from those reserved as sacrificial offerings.


Moreover, they never encountered the High-level councilors who made it to the islands.


The town's investigation yielded almost nothing, and "The Emperor" gradually realized that even the town's residents seemed to accept their role as "flesh," always ready to be tied to a fishing boat and sacrificed to the lord of the tides. When the Believers of the Tidal Church came to their town and called their names, it was more of a release for them.


They looked no different from the residents of Silvermoon Harbor, but they were like walking corpses.


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