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

More incomprehensible variables have appeared.


The spherical Lightning maintained its state of expansion and contraction without emitting any further sound; more and more incomprehensible situations seemed to have caused it to enter a state of crash.


Devourers are progeny of the Gene Master, creatures dominated entirely by the desire to feed and theoretically should not possess any emotions, let alone feel affection for someone or something. Their mere existence in this world is akin to a disaster, consuming everything they can touch as long as they remain conscious.


It is precisely for this reason that RT1 utilized their traits to proudly craft this Miniature Garden World.


Chapter 966: Humiliation