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

Otherwise, if visitors who came later saw such a thing, they would definitely look down on him.


Before the donation, "Nothingness" had also fiddled with the lighter, when he handed it over to The Sage personally, a crimson flame enveloped the lighter—up until then, he'd never tried using Spiritual Energy purely as a decoration.


Song Lan always managed to come up with some psychic uses that would make him blackout.


A new career branch suddenly popped into his mind.


"Add to that these pan-fried buns that will never corrupt, and the History Museum has three Divine Artifact-level exhibits, which would be considered high level even on a global scale."


Song Lan took part in the exhibit storage Ceremony hosted by The Sage. The new tri-lingual signboards would soon be completed, adequately reflecting the multi-cultural nature of the Death God Crab clan as integrated with the world.


Chapter 907: Hey, Mr. Henry_2