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Tower of Overturn

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. —————— Solo female lead, Beast Ears, Spiritual Energy, Mechanical Angels, and other elements. Cyber-fantasy. Please refrain if not to your liking.

Not praying for ten strings · Sci-fi
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84 Chs

Chapter 44 Caged Bird (Thanks to the alliance leader rewarded by Tian Ze Lu)

Hive Nightclub, the eighteenth floor.

In front of the Inferior, a pile of people had already scattered to the ground.

That wasn't unexpected.

An ordinary person—or even an Illegal Spiritual Energy User, once approached closely by an Inferior, almost had no chance to resist.

No matter how thick the shield, how sturdy the Prosthetic Body... Whether it was demon-like muscles or the gigantic combat machinery piloted by the "Mechanics," none of it mattered in front of an Inferior.

Just one touch...

Yes, just a gentle touch.

He squatted down very lightly and leaned back, dodging an electrified steel whip that was swung at him.

Just like a boxer.

The Inferior moved like lightning, delivering a jab that was extremely light yet fast.

It was like playful banter between lovers, or the force used by old friends when they pat each other on the shoulder upon meeting—there was not even a sensation of pain.