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

It was also his first time hearing that there were doctors in the Lower City District who treated spiritual energy illnesses.


Even the Upper City District didn't have such doctors!


But he soon had no time to be surprised—


It was also the first time the Inferior had walked in the Lower City District from another identity, from another perspective.


When people saw him, they neither contorted their faces to shoot bullets at him nor fled in terror… There were no piercing screams, nor wails of despair.


Instead, they looked at him with complex expressions, their gazes filled with surprise or hatred.


They were not weapon-wielding villains.


The Inferior could see clearly… they were powerless women and children, mostly original humans who had not undergone prosthetic transformations.


Chapter 45: The Rite of Unclean Hands