Dead Mans Encore
Frank West died at forty-five in a room nobody visited: a failed musician, a shelved album, twenty years of night shifts, and one unfinished song.
He woke up nineteen again, a thousand light-years from his grave, on Zedon: a mining colony where children learn to seal a gas mask before they learn to read, and the sunsets are beautiful for all the wrong reasons.
In his head: a voice calling itself GOD MUSIC, claiming to hold every song from a world that no longer exists.
Because in this universe, humanity conquered the stars and never invented rock and roll. No blues. No punk. No soul. Music here is a product: written by algorithms, performed by manufactured idols, owned to the last note. Nobody has ever stood on a stage and screamed the truth.
Frank has three broke best friends, a band with no name, a planet everyone dreams of escaping, and the only setlist in the universe.
The Empire thinks music is a product.
Zedon is about to teach it how to scream.
Slow-burn rise. Found family. Real songs you can play while you read. Band fights, rival idols, corporate sharks, and fan communities that turn into armies. Everything costs. 5,000+ word chapters.
Almighty_flex · Urban
The writing isnt bad just boring. The mc so far has only taken one lame power and the tiering system is completely arbitrary. the grammar isnt bad but the mc is like a cardboard cut out and has no depth. Also he is a dumbass. If I could steal powers it would be juggernaut, molecule mans powers, sentry, magic from the sorcerer supreme, Franklin richards and someone with high intelligence.