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

August 22nd, yet another Sunday so scorching that it discouraged people from leaving their houses.


Russell curled up on the sofa at Cui Que's house, motionless, luxuriating in the air conditioning.


With his eyes closed, he lazily stuffed his head beneath the sofa cushion and into the nook between the cushion and the armrest, trapping his head in place.


Half-asleep, he leisurely thumped his tail on the sofa.


Inherited from the cat's prone-spiritual disease, Russell's bones were flexible, and a proper squeeze and narrowness made him more comfortable. He liked arranging four folded blankets around him like a Go board, then shrinking into the small square in the middle—before completely messing up the blankets, Russell could roll around inside for hours.


This was still his "ritual" for easing stress during his school days.


Chapter 1: Sleeping in the Sunny Spot