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 had just entered when the first thing he did was turn off the dizzying neon lights, reminiscent of a nightclub atmosphere.


He didn't go to pick a song; he switched through several default playlists and settled on a piece of music that had some Vaporwave elements.


Even without picking up the microphone to sing, just listening to the melodious and soothing background music was pleasant.


"It gives a very graceful and gentle feeling,"


But she soon realized that her voice was drowned out by the music, so she raised her voice slightly, "Feels kind of... hallucinatory?"


Chapter 20 The Disappearing Angels