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Enforcer Manual

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.)

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Chapter 903: The God of Dominate and Creation_3

All drug development is accompanied by a large number of failures. The Brotherhood drew inspiration from the concept of "experimenting with poison" and handed over a group of people to a biopharmaceutical company with which they had long collaborated. These monstrous Abnormal Creatures were the products of failed experiments.

They had lost consciousness and reason, only retaining the most basic biological instincts for eating and hunting.

The greatest flaw of these Aberrations was that their healing abilities were so potent that they were alarming. Even if stuffed into the shredder machines at the Garbage Disposal Plant, they could regenerate from a mass of minced flesh. They had tried countless cruel methods, but none could completely destroy these failed experiments.

So, the Brotherhood had transported these failures to an uninhabited desert to let them perish on their own.

And now, these Aberrations had actually died.