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

Although he was very reluctant to get up, Russell still arrived at Director Amirus's office one minute before the appointed time, unhurried.


"You really do time it to the last minute."


Amirus was sitting at his desk, reading documents.


When he saw Russell push the door open, he looked up at the clock, "There are still fifteen seconds to the agreed time, why didn't you wait a bit longer at the door?"


"I was worried that even if I arrived right on the dot, you would claim I was late by a second."


Wrapped in a chill, Russell tucked his hands and nestled into the corner of the sofa.


He squinted his eyes and said lazily, "This is the essence of modern technology. By precisely planning the travel route, we can significantly reduce meaningless waiting time.


"Everyone's time is very precious, it's better not to waste it waiting for each other."


The heating in the office was just perfect, as if it was trying to melt him.


Chapter 3 Synthetic Human Rebellion