1977: A New Life Begins as a Peasant Performer

That's fucking vicious! The original body was beaten to death, and after transmigrating, he said it didn't matter and offered another chance. What was he thinking?

I've read a few chapters, and it's well-written. I hope there won't be any major plot holes later on. I read novels for enjoyment, not to see protagonists suffering. I hope the author doesn't resort to pretentious, artsy writing.

One chapter poisoned

The earlier parts were well-written, but this chapter's forced praise is awkward. Shouldn't a masterful performance captivate everyone?

To be honest, it's a bit of a letdown. The plot twists are abrupt, the supporting characters are clueless, and the author just has to force it to work!

This is a great premise; I hope the author writes it well and doesn't turn it into a typical entertainment industry fantasy.

The classification of performance levels is truly lacking, and portraying the level above "master" as if under a spell is incredibly degrading. Furthermore, reaching the master level doesn't mean any piece can be performed at a master level—that's impossible. Generally, renowned artists have their own representative works, their most proficient pieces, and their signature works.

Just one question: 1977? Farmer? Artist? How are these connected?