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

During their conversation, the flying airship had already arrived above Sun Island.


But Russell soon sensed something was off.


—Why haven't they decreased altitude, even though we are this close?


The flying airship quietly floated above Sun Island, as if it were waiting for something.


Just then, Bad Day suddenly stretched out his finger and made a "shush" gesture to Russell.


He sprang up from his chair tilted at forty-five degrees, in a nearly impossible position to exert force from, and performed a graceful backflip to land silently on the floor.


He inserted a chip behind his ear and disappeared in a ripple of waves.


It was only then that there came a knock at the door.


The girl's anxious voice came from outside: "Are you there?"


Russell could tell it was the voice of a first-class cabin crew member.


Chapter 9: No Way, A Real Replication?