Interstellar Musician

Wordsmiths: They cannot speak often, because they must protect their voices. They cannot eat irritating foods, because they must protect their vocal cords. They cannot experience intense emotional swings, because they must ensure their wordcraft remains stable. Sang Yan was a wordsmith, the strongest in the world. He had burned through his soul and spent his last ounce of strength for his family. Just as he prepared to quietly welcome death, his vision went dark. When he opened his eyes again, he had traveled five thousand years into the future. This was a world that revered sound. Sound could teach. Sound could heal. Sound could strike and confuse. Jing Yuzhi: He had fallen for a voice, the voice of an ordinary person who wasn't a performer. He felt a stir in his heart, the stirring of a performer whose synchronization rate was one hundred percent. Should he choose the performer or the voice? That was the question... If only his little performer and that voice belonged to the same person, he wouldn't have so much to worry about. Sang Yan: It sounds like everything you just said is me =.=... The story of a wordsmith in the future. Lots of self-indulgent wish fulfillment, with the entertainment industry and a touch of mecha. The full novel is expected to be 250,000 to 300,000 words. I'll do my best to update daily~ New entertainment-industry novel: Interstellar Idol: The Holy Father and the Godslayer Theme: