Soundtale

A middle manager died doing paperwork. He woke up screaming as a duke's newborn son — and somehow, that was the sane part of his new life. Nigel Uno remembers spreadsheets, deadlines, and dying quietly at his desk. Now he's the heir of House Uno, a family that doesn't just wield sound magic — they are it, in the way other royal bloodlines carry crowns instead of chandelier-shattering war cries. His father can erase a mountain mid-phone-call. His sister was S-rank before she could legally drink. His baby cousin splits training logs for fun. And every single one of them treats apocalyptic levels of power like Tuesday. In this world, rank isn't a suggestion — it's law, carved into registry crystal and enforced by a continent that has learned the hard way not to argue with tiers. F to EX. No clever tricks. No shortcut victories. Just the wall, and whether you're strong enough to be on the other side of it. Nigel should be terrified. Instead, he's mostly just tired — publicly gracious, diplomatically spotless, and privately narrating his own life in a nonstop, foul-mouthed commentary track that nobody else can hear. Nobles bow. Monsters flinch. His inner voice calls all of it bullshit, in detail, at volume. Now enrolled at Carillon Royal Academy, Nigel has to survive entrance trials designed to break lesser prodigies, navigate a rivalry with a metal-skinned classmate who's decided hating him is a personality, keep his secret viral food-blog identity intact, and quietly climb toward a power ceiling his own family isn't sure exists — all while dodging the horrifying possibility that everyone around him is right to expect greatness. He didn't ask to be the loudest heir of the loudest family on the continent. He's going to be phenomenal at it anyway. He just needs everyone to stop watching. — Description from novelcodex.org