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

"His name is Zeruo, just an insignificant minor character,"


In this prison, it was never the puppet king of Atlantis who really posed a threat to the "Emperor," but rather the envoy of the Lord of Tides, who still remained hidden somewhere.


The moment she passed through the vortex and entered the prison, she had begun scanning, yet she had never been able to capture the envoy's form.


As for Zeruo, she had already collected enough information through the historian Omelo.


"Why would the Lord of Tides care about a traitor who betrayed his own kin?"


In an instant, Zeruo's obese body sank forwards, his knees hitting the ground before he could even speak.


His legs were broken by the force of gravity, and a terrible scream echoed in the dark, cramped space for a long time.


Zeruo propped himself up with his hands but couldn't even lift his head.


Chapter 782: Puppet of Power_1