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

"Monkfish is one of the most dangerous prisoners in D Zone, next time you encounter it, you might not be so lucky."


As the "Emperor" walked out of the contestants' corridor, a fleeting, unstable shadow leaned against the wall and spoke.


The shadow did not hide its malice, tauntingly saying, "The Strongest Modified Person, how long can your good fortune last?"


Ignoring the other's provocation, the "Emperor" said indifferently, "One more fight, and it should be time for your supervisor to step into the arena personally."


He had long grown accustomed to the inmates' ridicule and sarcasm. After all, including the shadow before his eyes, many had been sent in by him, and he naturally did not expect a group of criminals to have any sense of honor. However, if he could deal with the Judge of the gladiator arena, then the true ruler lurking behind the scenes would have to show themselves.


But this path was destined to be full of obstacles.


Chapter 955: Heart-to-Heart True Friend