《Traveller Of Two Worlds》全部章節：第 2741 章 - 第 2750 章

“This is your workstation,” he said, leading her to a glass-box plot system. “You’ll work on any enrichment formulas or soil growth cycles here. There’s a nutrient matrix monitor to your left, and a spectral growth visualizer to your right. Learn them well.”Rina’s eyes sparkled. “I… I’ve never seen this kind of tech. Only heard of them on broadcasts…”Professor Glanneth chuckled. “You’ll be teaching us how to use them better by year’s end, I’m sure.”Meanwhile, in the upper floors of the Literary and Audio Sciences wing, Roland sat in a deep voice booth, his hands nervously adjusting the headphones while a university technician calibrated the crystal mic.“You’ll record the sample pitch for your next series here,” said Instructor Luma, an aging drama voice actress who now trained the next generation. “Then we’ll work on theme scaling, tonal engineering, and environmental audio layering.”“Do you think children would like a story where the hero… fails a few times before succeeding?” R

“Here’s the magic lesson, kid—keep heroes human. Leave gaps. Let listeners imagine more.” He taught me pacing: when to pause, how to drop a dramatic sound cue—a distant storm, echoing footsteps, mysterious laughter.We recorded a short pilot segment: my dialogue, Skelly’s sound mix, Quara Raedrim’s cameo as the news bulletin reporter. When I pressed play, I realized: I made this. I helped build worlds people would wake up and listen to.Late in the day, I wandered the corridor etched with plaques of famous broadcasts. Posters from past decades displayed shows in a dozen languages of the Central Continent. I paused before a panel of Unity Day coverage—Aeternum’s first international broadcast. My name had not yet joined that legacy—but maybe one day it would.I remembered the rural radio set I once dreamt of back home. At age ten, I ran coconut‑powered transmissions for a few ham‑radio listeners in Agricity. Now, I was inside the heart of the only broadcasting network in the UN Alliance

“To Roland, the teller of tales and the heart of tomorrow’s dreamers—thank you for preserving our truth in a way our future can carry. I’m proud of you.”Roland stared at the words, the world tilting around him. DJ Skelly slapped him gently on the back—well, as gently as a skeleton could.“You just joined the ranks, kid.”Back in a simple home built on newly fertile land, a rabbit girl named Rina sat with her younger siblings. They laughed and clapped at the scenes on the screen, their little eyes gleaming with wonder.“That’s President Mies!” her little brother squealed. “He was like a hero in a book!”“He is,” Rina said softly, her heart warmed. “And now someone’s telling the story so kids like us will never forget.”Later that night, Roland stood on the rooftop of the ABC building. The city lights of New City stretched out endlessly, pulsing like stars fallen to earth.He felt a hand on his shoulder—Quara Raedrim, her smile gentle.“You did it,” she said.Roland nodded, mist-eyed.

“A gift of balance.”Later that evening, as the sun dipped behind the city skyline and the lights of New City flickered to life, Vara sat quietly on a bench along the riverside. The magic orb rested in her lap. Her fingers were still tingling with the residual mana from the day’s casting.Roland found her there, holding two bottles of soda.“Hey,” he said, offering her one. “You were amazing up there.”Vara smiled shyly, taking the drink. “You think so?”“Think so? My show aired after your demonstration and the viewership dropped!” Roland joked, laughing. “The whole city’s still watching your replay.”Vara giggled, her shoulders relaxing. “It’s all still a little unreal.”“You deserve it,” Roland said, sitting beside her. “You’re changing how we treat the world. That’s… huge.”By nightfall, the ABC evening news ran a special report on the demonstration. Images of the glowing orbs capturing fish played across every screen in the nation. Farmers, fishermen, merchants—everyone talked abo

“This is Vara, inventor of the Magic Nets,” Quara said. “Age: fifteen.”The camera captured Vara’s quiet smile, her hands resting over her original prototype—small, dull, cracked at the edges. Then it cut to her standing before the prototype that changed the fishing world—a gleaming commercial model marked with the crest of Aeternum Resource Ministry.In New City’s cafés and city squares, cheers broke out. In Alemia, fishermen wept openly. In the village where Vara was born, her parents and siblings watched the broadcast with tears in their eyes.The world didn’t sit still.In UNA nations, the response was electric. Governors and industry leaders across the continent sent requests to Aeternum Fish and Seafood Ltd., hoping to adopt Magic Nets for local lakes and coasts. In public forums and schools, children discussed Vara as if she were a legend. Even among scholars, she became a new case study of Youth For Tomorrow’s unprecedented success.But beyond UNA, the reactions were more comp