Chapter 1

### The Music Broadcast of the Genius Bard - Chapter 1 (1/200)

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### The Music Broadcast of the Genius Bard - Chapter 1

Imperial Year 132

In an era known as the Age of Swords and Magic.

There was a man who shook the world with a single song.

It was said that even the Emperor of the Empire sent an invitation to hear his song—

"Unfortunately, that's only half true."

"Huh? Why?"

"The Emperor did want to hear my song, but he sent knights, not an invitation."

In the warm forest, where the sunlight filtered through gently,

a bard leaned against a giant tree. Though he could have told more stories, there was no need to speak.

The spirits around him were already telling his story.

"Did you know?!"

"What?"

"There was an incredible bard in the world!"

"Wow!!"

Exclamations spread everywhere.

To the spirits living in the small forest, his story was like the epic tale of a hero.

The bard's life began with a song that stopped a war between two countries,

a performance that calmed the wrath of a dragon,

and a song that quelled the invasion of angry elves.

From start to finish, his life was intertwined with music, yet it was anything but heroic.

"Amazing!"

"Right, incredibly amazing!"

"Yeah, I appreciate you saying that."

The bard smiled at the spirits jumping around and ran his hand through his hair.

It had been a year since he rejected the Emperor's offer and settled here after being chased by knights.

Now, he truly had no time left.

He probably wouldn't make it past today.

His body had never been very strong, and the life of being pursued had left him with an unknown illness.

Even the best doctors said it was a miracle he had lived for a few months.

Yet, he had managed to survive for a year here.

Some might say he died young, but looking closely, it was a life of incredible resilience.

"Hmm."

The bard realized that he had managed to die on his own terms because he had held on until the end, and he smiled.

If he had lived a life singing of freedom and romance, it was fitting to leave the same way.

"Kids, do you want to hear a song?"

"Yes! I'd love to!"

"Wow! I love it! I love it!"

"Alright, then..."

The bard cleared his throat and straightened his posture in response to the children's enthusiasm.

This was the most effective way to enjoy the moment.

After all, his life had been illuminated by music.

────!

As the bard opened his mouth, a sweet voice spread from him.

Each note was filled with sincerity.

Even without any instruments, the spirits seemed to hear a melody.

"Wow!"

"I love the song! I love the song!"

The spirits danced, moved by the lyrics, and the sunlight illuminated them.

It was a work of art that no painting could capture.

The bard, Lucas, sang within this art.

And a moment later,

the world was instantly transformed.

* * *

"Hmm..."

What was happening?

Life is full of many experiences.

This was true for Lucas as well.

No, it was even more true for a bard who had traveled the world.

Though he wasn't very old, Lucas was confident that his experiences rivaled anyone's.

'But, this is my first time in such a situation.'

Lucas chuckled to himself as he looked in the mirror.

One hour had passed since he opened his eyes.

At first, he couldn't understand anything, but as time went on, his unique adaptability as a bard helped him gradually understand the situation.

'Actually, the memories in my head played a big role.'

Lucas ran his hand through his hair, feeling the memories buzzing in his mind.

When he arrived here, a person's story was forcibly implanted in his mind.

At first, he felt a strong resistance, but now, he didn't.

After all, the memories were too vivid.

- I want to sing.

- Can I go to a music school?

- Singing? It's fun!

- Study... I have to.

- Music is expensive, right?

- Oh, then...

The story of a boy who loved singing but was faced with the harsh reality.

'His name is Lee Han, right?'

Lucas listened to the story of this body as if having a conversation with the memories in his head.

Name: Lee Han

Age: 20

Likes: Singing

Unique point:

He had the same face as Lucas.

'Really, it's eerily similar.'

Lucas looked at Lee Han's face, which was identical to his own except for the numerous scars from his travels.

Black hair, black eyes, a slightly sharp gaze that could seem cold but wasn't upon closer inspection.

If Lucas hadn't had a good upbringing and injuries in his youth, he would have looked like this.

Whatever the case, it was partly inevitable that he ended up in this body.

'But, where did the original owner of this body go?'

Lucas thought about the person who originally inhabited this body.

While he didn't have a desire to take over someone else's life, he found it very unsettling.

'Especially in this situation...'

Lucas scratched his head and looked at the boxes in the corner of the room.

These were the basic support funds he received when leaving the orphanage and the money he had earned from part-time jobs, which Lee Han had bought yesterday.

From the memories, it seemed that he believed becoming famous was the only way for someone with no connections or money to succeed...

"He didn't even get a chance to try."

Lucas turned his gaze to the full-length mirror in front of him.

Lee Han's face, which he saw again, was tinged with gray.

Actually, from the moment Lucas entered this body, the world he saw was entirely gray.

A place where bright and beautiful light was a luxury.

This was how Lee Han saw the world.

Perhaps it was a lingering sentiment.

"What do you really want to do?"

How long had he been thinking?

Lucas asked the man with the same face as his own.

In reality, he was just asking the mirror, but he thought it might help him organize his thoughts.

Yes.

He wasn't really expecting an answer.

- Don't overthink it. Just do what you want, as usual.

"But, why can I hear an answer?"

Lucas frowned at the unexpected voice.

In the mirror, Lee Han was moving on his own, looking at Lucas.

The unusual thing was that his face had quite a few scars.

"You, this body is..."

- Oh, from the situation, it seems this is your body. I don't know why, but it looks like you're in my body and I'm in yours.

"Huh."

Lucas inwardly chuckled at Lee Han's casual delivery of the incredible fact.

He had never met him in person, but he recognized the tone from the memories.

"That's definitely Lee Han."

"What's going on here?"

- I don't know. But, there's one thing we both know. You and I.

"We've both been given a new life."

- That's right! But, how badly did you treat your body? I thought I was going to die from the pain when I came to.

"Haha, the world you see isn't much better. It's all gray. A perfect place to develop a mental illness."

Lucas chuckled as he looked at the gray world outside the window, while Lee Han grumbled and rubbed his body.

The evening sky, already dark, looked even more awkward, like a coloring book that Lee Han had never opened in his childhood because he found it boring.

"Is this telling me to color it?"

- Yeah, wouldn't that be fun? You can feel how to bring back the color, right?

"Yeah, I can feel it."

Lucas nodded, feeling as if he knew how to bring back the color, just as a human automatically learns to breathe.

Lee Han in the mirror smiled at his expression.

He seemed to like Lucas's confident answer.

"Hmm, but it feels unfair to only hear advice from me. Should I give you some advice about my body?"

- No, I don't take that kind of advice. Let's just treat this as a one-time thing. How about we introduce ourselves?

"Okay, cool. I'm Lucas."

- What do you mean? You're Lee Han. I'm Lucas.

"Haha, right, Lucas. Nice to meet you."

- Right, Lee Han. Take care of my body. And, whenever it happens, if we meet again, let's bring back a lot of stories to brag about.

"A bet?"

- A bet.

"Sure. We'll decide the penalty later."

Lucas, or rather, Lee Han, smiled and tapped his fist against the mirror.

Whoosh!

The mirror gradually lost its light, and the person who looked like Lucas disappeared in less than 10 seconds, as if it were a dream.

It felt like everything was a lie.

'...What kind of miracle is this?'

Lee Han realized that there were still many things in the world he hadn't experienced and turned his head.

Since it was his first time in a new body, he had a mountain of things to do, but there was one thing he needed to do first.

'Let's go out.'

Lee Han put on a padded jacket for the cold January weather and opened the door.

Incidentally, he was living in a small attic in a slum, which was supposedly the most cost-effective place in Seoul.

There were several reasons in Lee Han's memories for why he chose this place, but he wasn't really interested.

What was important now was different.

'About here...'

Lee Han, who had reviewed Lee Han's memories, started walking around the slum, following his footsteps.

Despite being a first-time visitor, his steps were confident.

Thanks to the good memories in his head, he knew of a great place.

"Accurate."

How long had he walked?

Lee Han looked at a small park in the slum.

This place had a playground for children and benches for the elderly to rest.

People probably gathered here during the day.

Just by looking at the location, he could imagine the bustling park at lunchtime.

However, it was the early morning, and even the birds were asleep.

Since it was so early, there was no one around.

This was why Lee Han had come here.

It was far enough from where people lived, so he could sing without bothering anyone.

"Let's give it a try, then."

Finding the perfect place for his current needs, Lee Han took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

He was naturally realizing what would bring back the light to this world.

After all, 'Lee Han's' life turned gray the moment the world took away his singing.

'Let's start with a story.'

Lee Han recalled the bet he had just made and thought about the park where he was standing.

When 'Lee Han' tried to find something bright in this place, all he saw was a lonely street lamp.

Of course, if he turned his head slightly, he could see the glittering buildings in the distance, but in 'Lee Han's' world, they were just the struggles of people working overtime.

A world devoid of romance, a gray world.

This place had lost its dreams and hope.

But, did that matter?

'This world. I can change it.'

Lee Han slowly opened his eyes, which he had been closing.

────!

The world changed instantly.

The street lamp, which had only been illuminating the street with a weak light, now shone on him.

The lights in the buildings, which had been filled with the frustration of people working overtime, were now his audience.

The dim, dark city.

Became a beautiful, glowing forest.

'But, this is just the beginning.'

Lee Han started snapping his fingers at the still imperfect world.

This place was now a concert hall solely for 'Lee Han'.

The performer was his heart.

The audience was the lights.

The protagonist was Lee Han.

──♪♬

He started singing in 'Lee Han's' body.

His voice, like his body, was in much better condition than his original.

This was enough.

The colorless parts began to fill with color, bit by bit, through his song.

The dull gray turned into bright, vibrant colors.

Slowly.

But surely.

──♪♬

Lee Han closed his eyes as he sang.

The time given to him now was not his.

'It's a gift.'

He opened his mouth, wishing for 'Lee Han' to enjoy this moment.

Daydream.

Though it wasn't midday, thanks to this, 'Lee Han' could truly dream with his eyes open that day.

It was an indescribably beautiful experience.

A fantastical situation.