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

Was it an illusion or not, Lin Qin suddenly felt a chill.


Even though the scene before his eyes was so magnificent... a beauty with an otherworldly appearance was touching foreheads with his handsome and gentle disciple.


The dual beauty shone together, like the perfect joining of gold and gems, reflecting a radiance akin to the morning sun.


But Lin Qin's Spiritual Energy produced a strange illusion at that moment: It was as if another consciousness within her was so anxious it wanted to stamp its feet, incessantly warning her to flee this place immediately, right now.


Without any hesitation, she suppressed this bizarre sensation.


What followed was a force field that spread out invisibly and intangibly, like a strong electromagnetic wave—she only felt a series of numbness all over her skin, as if being lightly corroded, experiencing an almost imperceptible stinging sensation.


Their foreheads had been in contact for only two seconds before they parted with politeness.


Chapter 26 Mr. Otter