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 raised his eyebrows, "I don't really like your tone."


Russell said cheerfully, "After all, he really isn't what you would call a good person.


"Like a shark lurking beneath the calm and expansive surface of the sea... um, do you understand such a metaphor?"


On his youthful and beautiful face, there appeared a smile that seemed "merciful" and "kind," characteristic of an elderly person.


Even without witnessing Russell's momentary loss of control beforehand, Bad Day had already realized Russell's special abilities.


Therefore, he wasn't surprised that Russell could imitate Director Amirus.


Just leaning back in his chair, tilted to an angle that should have caused it to fall, he placed his right foot directly on the desk and crossed his left leg over his right.


52 chapters How about that, son?