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

When Russell opened his eyes again, he found himself back in that holy hall.


It looked like a corridor of a cathedral.


The midday sun shone from the side, passing through parts of the glass walls colored like stained glass, casting ever-shifting, rainbow-colored light on the floor.


More sunlight streamed in from somewhere else, illuminating the entire hall with unparalleled brightness. But when Russell lowered his head, he could not even see his own shadow.


This was not a complete building, just a corridor.


One side was adorned with stained glass, the other with many portraits. Some portraits were covered with heavy red cloths, while others had already been uncovered.


The entire corridor was constructed with pure white stone bricks, with silver-white candlesticks placed at intervals, along with ivory-white walls and ceiling.


Those candlesticks were calmly burning with pale flames. Yet, even the candlesticks themselves cast no shadows.


Chapter 15: The Me Beyond the Mirror