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

Those imprisoned here are among the worst criminals in the history of the United Government, and describing them as "ferocious crickets" wouldn't be an exaggeration. Confine such a group in a limited space, and conflicts are inevitable.


"This is just one of the reasons. The main reason is that if I were to make an enemy of him, the repercussions might well cause the entire prison to fall apart, and then the prisoners would seize the chance to escape to the outside world through the breach."


Artificial Intelligence has always valued promises; it had vowed to the Review Meeting that once prisoners are incarcerated, there would be no possibility of leaving. "After all, It and you originate from the same place—the Deity. For some reasons unknown, It infiltrated the prison with the first batch of criminals and immediately started its operations."


"From the same place as us... you mean the upper world?"


953 Chapter: Another Ruler_2