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

He frowned tightly, "But such a description is still too abstract... Is it the kind of existence that cannot be specifically described or recognized?"


"Indeed, there is such a Dusk, but 'Illusion Dream' is not that type."


She stared at her empty beer glass, a faint trace of fatigue showing on her face.


Russell sensed emotions of "nostalgia" and "sadness" resonating in her heart, so he did not interrupt Saran's reminiscence.


After a while, Saran spoke softly, "Once, we had a civilization we took pride in.


"Because in the development of civilization, we gradually acquired divine rationality, surpassing our own animality.


Chapter 64: The Whole Truth (Two in One)