Jaylen was riding the high of the exposé’s impact when Zee’s sharp and urgent voice snapped in, “ALERT: Multiple allied media nodes under cyberattack.Source Probability: 96% - ValeStream Corporate Syndicate.”Jaylen’s stomach clenched.“Already?” he muttered, pacing across his loft. Outside, rain hammered the city, casting silver streaks against the tall glass windows. “We barely dropped the documentary 48 hours ago.”Zee’s tone was clinical. “Platforms that hosted or amplified your exposé are experiencing coordinated hacks, DDoS floods, and unexplained server outages. This is a targeted PR blackout.”Jaylen flicked on his wall-mounted holoscreen, cycling through live feeds of independent platforms. A news blog called UrbanPulse displayed nothing but a frozen error page. A YouTube-style channel called StreamTruth was offline entirely. Even a niche hip-hop culture forum that had embedded his documentary showed Account Suspended banners.The pattern was unmistakable. “They're scorche

The message came during a rare quiet moment. Jaylen was reviewing footage for his next drop when Zee’s voice sliced through the air. “Alert: Unverified contact attempting direct approach. Identity, Mia Lennox.” Jaylen froze. “Mia?” He echoed silently. That’s the same woman who had once been a part of his inner circle. She had smiled in his face while selling him out to the highest bidder. The same woman who had watched Roman Vale dismantle his career and walked away without a flicker of guilt. The chat request on his public streaming dashboard was pinned with a single line, “We should talk. I’m on your side now.” Jaylen leaned back in his chair, letting the words hang like smoke in the air. He could almost hear that smooth, calculated charming voice she used to wrap people around her finger. “Zee, run the full packet on her,” he ordered. “Already in motion. Scanning… Flag: Multiple transactions received from Vale-affiliated shell accounts within the last 48 hours. Purpose ta

The steps of the courthouse had never been this crowded. Different News vans lined the curb with their satellite dishes pointed towards the sky. The reporters jostled for position while cameramen adjusted their screen lenses. The murmur of a hundred conversations swelled into a storm of anticipation. Jaylen stepped out of the black SUV with his hood drawn low and hands tucked into his jacket pockets.Zee’s interface pulsed faintly in his vision with different scrolling updates, “System Alert: All feeds are live. 2.3M viewers are connected.Questline: “Crush the Vale Machine” Sub-Quest: Corrupt Court Cracked – in Progress.”The last two weeks had been packed with different lawsuits, smear campaigns, sabotage, and hunting games. Roman Vale had thought the courtroom would be his ultimate stronghold. It was an arena Jaylen couldn’t penetrate. But today, Jaylen wasn’t just another defendant. He was carrying the judgment bomb in his hand. Inside the courthouse, Judge Harmon presided with h

A storm had been building for weeks, but on this night it finally broke out. Roman Vale, the untouchable CEO of ValeStream and the self-proclaimed kingmaker of the music industry, appeared on every major broadcast channel. His expression was carved into a mask of cold fury. Behind him, bright light banners revealed the announcement that would set the world’s stage on fire.“Jaylen Cruz,” Roman’s voice dripped with hate as his image appeared across giant screens in Times Square and every trending feed across the net. “If you truly believe you have exposed me, if you believe your pathetic stunt documentaries and songs can topple an empire then prove it. Face me in front of the world for a duel of talent. And it will be a battle of battle at the New York Dome Festival.”The crowd in the studio gasped, and the world collectively leaned closer to their screens.Roman’s smirk twisted as he raised a hand for silence. “One stage and one spotlight. If you win, maybe you will keep your fleetin

The arena exploded. Fans, critics and even skeptics howled.Zee flashed in triumph, “Face-Slap Quest Progress: 95%.”The bars hovered over Jaylen and Trevin neck to neck. Suddenly, the system glitched. Jaylen’s HUD flickered red.“Warning: External Interference Detected. Public Sentiment Feed Compromised.”Zee’s voice cracked like static.“Jaylen, Vale’s rigging the arena! He’s rewriting the outcome!”Jaylen looked up. Trevin smirked knowingly, as if victory was already sealed.The crowd roared, the lights flared, and the screen froze mid-vote.………..The moment Jaylen stepped into the Z-Arena, it looked like the world had changed.The digital coliseum wasn’t just a streaming venue. It was a living battlefield that's created from light, sound, and different memory lanes. Tall holograms of screaming fans shimmered in the air, while the dome itself pulsed with bass, and ready to broadcast every lyrics across millions of devices worldwide.Above him, the words PvF which means Public vs.