I Legislate for Weirdness

Thirty years after the strange invasion, mankind has retreated to the last high wall. I was assigned to the Anomalous Legislative Council, the most useless institution in all mankind. The Bureau of Investigation calls us the "Stamping Department": they beat people to death, and we are responsible for adding stamps afterward. Until the strange S-class "God Eater" came to the city and the elite team was wiped out. The director called, his voice sounded like he was thirty years older: "Let's start the emergency legislative process. Even though it's useless, the process has to go through." I turned on the computer and typed the next line: Strange Management Act No. 001: Any strange creature that enters a human settlement and poses a threat to human safety will be forcibly deprived of its ability to move and contained. The moment the bill passed, the sky split open. Invisible hands pressed the God Eater from the clouds to the ground. The director's voice trembled: "Who are you?" I closed the computer: "Legislative Committee, intern." They don't know that there is a draft bill lying on my computer - Bill No. 000. Targeted: Doomsday itself. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.