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

"Do you think Demons sound a bit like those Inheriting Name Elves?"


Bad Day easily read through Russell's thoughts.


He smiled, yet his voice became calm, "We think so, too."


"—But that's just what we think, speculation without any evidence is just conjecture. So no matter what you've thought of, don't say it out loud, it may prejudice you."


On saying this, Bad Day sighed, "The deeper we investigate history, the more familiar we are with the past, the more we notice nearly astonishing coincidences in the present...


Chapter 37: Little Dove Joins the Tower of Babel