Rise of the Zillionaire Star

Chapter 47: Final Blow to ValeStream

The rehearsal space vibrated with raw basslines. It was the type of sound that wasn’t polished for the radio but it carried the heartbeat of every artist who had once been humiliated and cancelled by the ValeStream’s contracts.

Jaylen stood in the center with sweats dripping down his face and the mic clenched tightly in his fist.

Around him, the room was filled with faces that had been overlooked, suppressed and buried in lawsuits. They were the underground rappers, singer-songwriters, guitarists and beatmakers.

Each of them carried the same anger in their eyes. Roman Vale had tried to erase them in the past, and now they were coming back as one voice.

“Tonight,” Jaylen said with a steady tone that's as sharp as a blade, “we’re not just dropping a track. We’re dropping the chains. ‘Chains Off’ is more than a song. It’s the strike that’ll break Roman’s empire.”

The room erupted into cheers. They slammed their knuckles against the tables, while some of them stomped their feet on the concrete.

Zee’s calm chime whispered in Jaylen’s ear, “Questline Update: Final Blow in Progress.

New Mode Activated: Z-Stage Level3 - Nationwide Broadcast Mode.

All eyes will see that there are no filters and no blackouts that can stop you.”

Jaylen exhaled, feeling the system’s upgrade surge through him like the lightning crack.

The build-up had been silent warfare lawsuits, smear campaigns, fake scandals and blackouts. Roman Vale had thrown everything at Jaylen, and still, he stood. But tonight wasn’t about surviving. Tonight was about winning the battle before him.

They recorded “Chains Off” in one sleepless session. The pounding beat was fused with distorted guitar riffs, layered under verses raw enough to slice through the glass.

Every line of the song was carved with a deep anger within.

When the chorus hit, “Chains off, we rise, no master, no lies.” The artists screamed it in unison. Although their voices are rough, imperfect, but it's unbreakable.

Jaylen leaned into the mic for his verse. He had this fire buried deep in his lungs:

“Roman built walls with blood on the bricks,

We tear them down with truth, every lyric sticks.

They tried to black out light, but the people ignite,

This is revolution live, streaming into the night.”

The producers stopped. Silence hung heavy in the air. Then the room exploded into multiple applause. One of the old-school MCs got his eyes wet, muttering, “This ain’t just a track. This is war.”

By morning, “Chains Off” was ready.

But ValeStream wasn’t blind. Roman Vale still had claws in distribution networks, streaming services, and radio stations. Uploading it would mean instant takedown. That’s when Zee unveiled the new upgrade.

A holographic network map unfolded before Jaylen with dozens of encrypted nodes, pulsing across the globe.

“Z-Stage Mode Level 3 Activated: Nationwide Broadcast Mode.

Bypass platforms. Beam directly to audiences. No middleman and no censorship.

Jaylen grinned. “Roman thinks he owns the stage? We will build a bigger one.”

The night of the drop, Jaylen stood with the underground coalition on the rooftop of an abandoned theater. Bright cameras, drones, and hacked broadcast rigs surrounded them. They were all synced to Zee’s protocol. Across the city, thousands of screens brightened. Phones, billboards, smart TVs, all were hijacked with one glowing notification, LIVE: CHAINS OFF

Within minutes, millions of listeners tuned in. Streets were filled with watch parties. Clubs switched off DJs to stream the feed. Even late-night subway passengers pulled out their phones with their faces illuminated by the broadcast.

The rooftop stage lit up in red lights. Jaylen stepped forward with his mic raised and a raw voice. “This is for every artist Roman Vale silenced. This is for every dream stolen. Tonight we sing free.”

The beat dropped.

The rooftop roared with energy as all of them started singing. Verses came out like bullets, and choruses slammed like thunder. Jaylen commanded the stage, weaving through the other artists as their voices cut through the night air.

“Chains off, we fight!”

“Chains off, ignite!”

The chant spread in no time.

Crowds in the city echoed it back. #ChainsOff shot into the top ten trending tags in less than twenty minutes.

Zee pinged updates rapid-fire, “+5 Fame. Trending Rank: #3

Broadcast Reach: 10 Million and rising…”

Roman Vale was watching. Inside his penthouse was a glass of scotch trembling in hand. He saw his empire being ripped apart with one lyric at a time. The man who had once seemed untouchable was moving now and barking into phones.

“Shut it down! Take their feeds offline! I don’t care how. Just kill it!”

But his techs were panicking. “Sir, whatever network they’re using, it’s not ours. We can’t touch it.”

Roman’s face twisted. For the first time, fear cracked through his arrogance.

Meanwhile, the broadcast had started creating problems in the best way. Fans began stitching in their own videos with Teenagers in bedrooms screaming the chorus, buskers strumming guitars on the street and the entire blocks of neighborhoods chanting together.

It wasn’t just a performance anymore. It was a movement.

Jaylen felt it deep within him. This wasn’t his fight alone, it never had been. Every oppressed artist had just taken the mic with him.

“Roman Vale can’t silence you anymore!” he shouted mid-set. “Your voices are louder than his contracts and louder than his lies!”

The rooftop shook under stomping feet. The final chorus hit. Fans all across the city fired an illegal firewall across the skyline.

When the last note died, the feed didn’t fade. Instead, Zee auto-generated a closing screen.

“ValeStream profited from silence. We profit from truth. Join the rebellion. #ChainsOff”

Phones lit up with donation links for independent artists. Within an hour, over $1.2 million had been raised.

Zee chimed, “Mini-Quest Complete: Chains Off Released

Reward: +5 Talent, +8 Fame

Bonus: Nationwide Broadcast established. independent artists can now upload without ValeStream filters.”

Jaylen looked around at his allies with their faces glowing with something brighter than just the victory… It was hope.

The next morning, the indie charts lit up. “Chains Off” smashed into #1 within hours. Mainstream outlets that had once mocked Jaylen now ran headlines, “Underground Anthem Breaks Internet,” “ValeStream Faces Revolt,” “Jaylen Sparks Music Uprising.”

Roman Vale was bleeding. More investors pulled out. Sponsors suspended their deals. The once-mighty empire was cracking.

Yet Jaylen knew Roman wasn’t done. The man wouldn’t go down quietly. He knew he would strike back harder, dirtier and more desperate than ever.

Zee’s final notification of the day was less celebratory, it was cold,

“Main Quest Update: ValeStream Empire – Final Arc Approaching.

Warning: Enemy resources detected shifting overseas. Expect escalation.”

Jaylen clenched his fists as he stared at the city skyline from his studio window. The song was out. The world was listening.

Roman Vale was in his shattered penthouse. He stared at a glowing offshore account map on his laptop. His lips curl into a venomous smile.

“This isn’t over, Jaylen. You think you’ve cut me down? I have only just begun.”