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

If seen through the eyes of ordinary humans, "prototype" could indeed be called handsome.


He had fluffy auburn curls, stood about six feet and one inch tall, had a slim and erect stature, pale skin... and those cat-like, mysterious green eyes.


His body bore no prone-spiritual traits, except for a pair of slender ears.


Even if his eyes were lazy with fatigue, there were never any dark circles or bags under them. Even if he never slept, his skin would not become dull, his pores would not enlarge, his skin would not inflame, he would not suddenly die or lack energy—unless after an exceedingly long time, as an elf's body does not easily succumb to illness, nor does its physical condition decline, always maintaining its peak of health.


Chapter 55: Demon: Grafting Lovers