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

"Wait a minute, you couldn't possibly be thinking..."


Before RT6 could finish her sentence, the changes she detected confirmed her thoughts.


No one in the world understood the Emperor's abilities better than her; making the entire city rise into the sky was the complete opposite of his powers, and although it was theoretically possible in her calculations, she was certain that before coming to Atlantis, the Emperor had not developed this ability.


Moreover, even if he focused entirely, the range of his abilities could at most cover half the city, and he definitely couldn't sustain it long enough to lift the entire city above the sea surface.


But this time, her assessment was wrong.


The intensity of the Emperor's Spiritual Energy had expanded to an unprecedented extent, which made her feel an intense blockage in her heart.


For Psychics, the price of using their abilities excessively often was dire.


Chapter 785: Messenger of God_1