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

As Russell entered, he saw nothing but darkness.


Lin Qin followed behind Russell, squeezing in, and casually closed the door behind them.


Russell didn't need to turn on the lights in the room. The neon light spilling in from the windows, along with the light that overflowed at the moment of "Opening the Door," was enough to see a figure seated in the middle of the hall.


She sat upright in a wheelchair, dressed in a loose-sleeved coat.


And at that moment, she was holding a gun, calmly aiming it at Russell.


The silhouette appeared petite, and her long black hair fell under the cold neon light.


Her calm, dusk-colored eyes shone like two bright lamps in the night.


The shadows of the daytime cast upon her cheek, covering most of her expressions.


Russell looked at her as she slightly opened her mouth, and her small, delicate lips parted just a bit, and a cool, youthful voice came through:


"—How can you be so sure I haven't lived here for even one day?"


Chapter 57: Clutter in Thought (Two-in-One)_2