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

Lin Qin inexplicably felt a chill running down her spine.


It was as if the air conditioning that had been on in the room for a long time had been secretly turned down by two degrees.


By the time she realized it, the sudden chill had already immersed her body and mind, making Lin Qin shiver involuntarily.


It wasn't that her disguise had been uncovered... but rather, she had suddenly become aware of a truth that shouldn't have been known.


It was like a group of people laughing and frolicking in a haunted hotel, only to suddenly realize that there was one extra person among them who didn't seem out of place at all, and they couldn't even recall who the extra person was.


Her expression immediately stiffened a bit.


Lin Qin noticed that although Mr. Ultramarine had made a murder announcement, his face did not show a fierce, wild smile, nor did it show tension or fear.


It was a helpless, yet calm and resolute sorrow.


Chapter 18 I Am the Company