Prologue

Chun Mo felt his life was quite wonderful. Just now he finished presenting Howard Shores Lord of the Rings Symphony in the grand plaza of the Kingdom of Sargon.

Just a few weeks ago he was also called to perform Tchaikovskis Nutcracker in the Grand Duchy of Polona.

While last month he finished playing Mozarts Requiem in the Holy Kingdom for their dead king.

As an honest artist. Chun Mo had felt a bit of mixed feelings. He did not regret anything in his life because as far as he can see his life is almost perfect.

If there's any flaw then maybe its his bad habit of being too much of a gullible that he had tried to be rid of but failed.

Well this situation right now started seven years ago.

Chun Mo was just a fresh graduate from the Vienna Conservatory. He was just a pretty normal Chinese boy with no redeeming features. His dream was just to become well known as a musician and composer.

Sadly he had lack of that talent in music. But he had never given up on his dream of becoming a well known artist that's why he entered the conservatory in the first half place even though he lacked that talent.

Maybe because of the accumulated stress he had a dream where he was in a strange library where all the scores that he had known was compiled and that every single one of them branded themselves to his brain resulting to unimaginable pain that eventually woke him up where he realized he was not in his room anymore.