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

"Speaking of which, Paradise Bird," Russell said with a smile, "it's almost noon. Did you have lunch before you came here?"


Paradise Bird showed a somewhat pitiful expression: "I am indeed a bit hungry now..."


Little Dove's pupils, shining like rubies, watched Russell and blinked gently.


"Then how about I take you out for a meal?"


Russell spoke casually, turning to look at Wuming: "By the way, when did you guys have breakfast?"


"I had mine at around ten-thirty... I don't know about Wuming, maybe seven?"


Although not addressed, Horn, brimming with enthusiasm, lifted his head, and his tail started to wag happily and rapidly: "What are you going to eat? How about we go for barbecue? I'm not hungry, but I think I could eat a bit more if it's barbecue..."


Chapter 19 Horn: Unhappy