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 robber, who should have been dead, twisted his head 180 degrees.


More tentacles sprouted from his agape mouth, followed by his eyes and ear canals.


The security guard couldn't make any sound before his face was enveloped by the tentacles, which burrowed into his features like parasitic worms, extending into his brain.


The whole process lasted about thirty seconds, during which no one dared to move, not even to make the slightest sound.


When the tentacles released the security guard, his body first collapsed to the ground; then, after a moment, he staggered up, head hanging low, walking toward the vault like a zombie.


"If you don't take action, all your people will die."


Song Lan had no choice but to remind "Nothingness."


Facing these suddenly appearing monsters, he was actually excited.


"Didn't expect to encounter robbers, this trip wasn't in vain."


Chapter 886: Beware of Parasites_2