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 sat on the bed, staring blankly for a while.


But he suddenly felt a violent nausea—


He instinctively turned his head to the side of the bed and vomited with a retch, which finally made him feel much better.


However, Russell soon realized... what came out of his mouth was not the food from last night.


It was a blood-red, semi-transparent liquid that kept struggling.


It hit the ground and the moment it contacted the material, it boiled and emitted white smoke with a hissing sound.


Before Russell could react, it was completely consumed in the blink of an eye.


Sulfur-scented, gray-white smoke immediately filled Russell's room.


"Morgan" sat on Russell's bedside table and sighed, "The water from the River of Fury was even brought back by you... should have found a bottle or something to save it.


Chapter 29 Mammon