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

Bad Day was well aware that the person before him wasn't the real Alice but rather her child.


Yet even though he was crystal clear about that, just hearing that familiar voice, so gently saying "Jing," made his eyes unavoidably moisten.


In that instant, he felt as though he were back to those years of his youth, from the age of a few years old until he left his clan in his teenage years.


Nan Liujing was the genius most likely to become an Elf Director, and his father was even the Clan Leader…


By all accounts, he should have enjoyed a happy childhood.


——But that was a bliss he had never experienced.


His parents, rather than doting on him, seemed more like they were worshipping him.


Chapter 40: Crying while Drunk