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

The Dust Gap's body, resembling a cheap plastic model, was pierced and nailed high upon the wall by the Sage Beheading.


The Synthetic Humans, scorched by the dark red Fire of the Melting Furnace, struggled in vain to shake off the Black Fire clinging to their bodies.


Yet they didn't emit any pitiful howls or wails... Instead, as they continued to advance towards Russell, they were burned until they lost the ability to move and one by one fell to the ground.


And the skewered Dust Gap, tilting his head, watched ahead with his painted-on, counterfeit eyeballs. As if he was watching Russell.


At that moment, he appeared like a Saint, nailed to a cross and burning.


His material was gradually melting, scorched by the flames adhering to the blade of Sage Beheading, looking like a doll "cremated" by a child.


In the midst of the flames, "Dust Gap" uttered a tranquil voice, as if he were not the one being roasted.


Chapter 64 Russell, You Must Live for Yourself