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 voice of Bad Day resounded like an auditory hallucination.


Russell suddenly recalled the expression when Bad Day reached out to him and swung down the "Nonexistent Blade."


Scrutiny, indifference, organization... and, mockery.


Because no one ever fought for others from the heart.


A Hero was just an ordinary occupation... and it never belonged to the lower class.


...Perhaps the classification of Happiness Island was indeed correct.


The "Heroes" of this world, are essentially a kind of "idol."


What they have in common is that they both sell a kind of "collective dream."


In fact, many people know the truth in their hearts—Heroes have never stood with them, just as idols themselves are not as wonderful as they appear through multiple filters.


Perhaps at the beginning, both were clean.


Chapter 66: The Awakened Are Always Blessed