Not praying for ten strings

In a world dominated by seven super-corporations, the Longevity Species that always occupied the pinnacle of power didn't allow for the enactment of written laws. The Floating Islands of prisons delimited by lines on the map, where resources would inevitably run out in the future...
People yearned for the birth of a true "Hero," yet they cynically awaited the fall of a Hero from grace.
As long as one was hailed by the media as a Hero, even murder could be forgiven, and every word they said would be adored. Even high and mighty Elves dared not provoke the edge of a Hero.
But if a Hero of the past committed even a minor offense, the moment their image crumbled, the forgiven sins would flare up like an inextinguishable furnace, and the stars of yesterday would instantly become unforgivable criminals...
"—Come become a Hero, Russell."
The most vicious criminal in the world thrust a knife into the boy's hand, whispering a low enticement.
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Solo female lead, Beast Ears, Spiritual Energy, Mechanical Angels, and other elements. Cyber-fantasy. Please refrain if not to your liking.

Tower of Overturn

Russell didn't waste any time and went straight back to the company.


The security guard of Tian En Park saw Russell, who had just left, hurrying back, the red light on his electronic eye blinking with joy as he greeted the affable "Hero."


The security guard emitted a heavily mechanical synthetic voice, "Mr. Ultramarine, did you drop something?"


Despite the security guard's intimidating appearance… Russell knew he was a good person.


After all, he was a steel monster with over eighty percent of his body prosthetically modified. He had been so modified that one could no longer discern the shape of a human head, as if at any moment he might screech with the friction of metal and transform into a tank or a turret right there.


In fact, the young man could indeed transform. If not for the robust roads of Tian En Park, his mere walking would leave behind shallow pits. On less sturdy roads outside, he could only move by way of treads.


Chapter 7 Face Transformation Instinct