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 high-rise buildings supported by high-tech skeletons also started to crumble crisply, collapsing as fragilely as a smashed cake.


It was neither thermal energy nor shockwaves.


It was disintegration out of nowhere, an unexplained shattering.


It was one of the dreams being had by a Monkey-faced Eagle, from among the gathered skulls—"urban collapse, destruction."


—By burning the souls and lives of others, that person's dream thus became a stark reality here, in this way, right at this place.


As Russell fell freely in midair, Lin Qin still had not given up hope for life.


Her spiritual energy once again filled her body, and the activated war clothes doubled her strength and agility.


She grabbed Russell, carrying him on her right shoulder as if he were a sack of flour. Her left arm extended a pink traction light beam, evading various flying obstacles amidst the fragmented collapsing floors, continuously clinging to the emptiness.


Chapter 69 The Destiny of the Saint