Rise of the Zillionaire Star

Chapter 7: Freestyle Rebirth

Jaylen wasn’t just performing. He was claiming territory.

“Blake Voss had my name in his mouth,

Cool - now it’s in everyone’s, no doubt. Kissed my girl, beat me like trash, Now watch me make your career collapse.” The final bar dropped like a nuke.

Vixie’s eyes widened in shock. 

The internet was in Chaos with comments like,

“NOOOO HE CALLED OUT BLAKE???”

“He just triggered a celebrity war.”

“This freestyle will live in infamy.”

 “#JaylenVossChallenge LET’S GO.”

Jaylen ended the verse, not with a shout, but with a breath. He tossed the mic gently onto the host’s table and turned to the cameras.

“Let this be the start,” he said. “I’m not just here to survive. I’m here to take everything back.”

“LIVESHOW MODE COMPLETE. +5 Talent Points Earned. +500,000 Views Registered. +Massive Audience Retention Achieved. Skill Upgrade: Live Presence from Level 1 - level 3. Social Stat: Charisma Boosted. Performance Record: Viral Benchmark Achieved.”

Just after the system gave him his reward for completing that task, another task came in. 

“NEW QUEST UNLOCKED: REVENGE

Task: EXPOSE BLAKE’S SCANDAL

Objective: Uncover dirt on Blake Voss and destroy his credibility.

Reward: +3 Fame, +Z-Market Clearance, +Blackout Protocol level 1.

Time Limit: 7 Days.”

Jaylen sat down backstage after the show with sweat dripping down his face.

Zee’s voice cut in again. “Congratulations. You just went from punching bag to cultural phenomenon. You hurt Blake in public. Now let’s finish him in private.”

Jaylen nodded slowly. His fingers tapped on the armrest of the chair in rhythm.

The pain was still there. It was lingering in his bones, in his memories but now he had something to achieve his revenge.

Just as he reached for his phone. A private message pinged.

Jaylen reads, “Sender: Unknown ID [Mask.004]

Subject: Your Stolen Song

Message: “Blake Voss bought your unreleased demo three months ago. The one you recorded at Dray Studio. He’s been reworking it as his next album. You want revenge? I’ve got the files. And receipts.”

Jaylen froze in surprise. His heart hammered in his chest.

That song titled “Fever Dreams” was his most personal track, the one he wrote during his darkest days and the one he couldn’t afford to publish because he didn’t have studio clearance?

Blake had it? And he planned to steal it as his own breakout project?

Jaylen’s hands curled into fists.

“Zee,” he growled. “Get me everything on Blake. I want the timestamps, studio records, producer tags, contracts and anything that proves it’s mine.”

“Already syncing,” Zee replied. “This just got personal.”

……………

Jaylen’s screen flickered after some minutes. 

“D******D INITIATED – BLAKE’S DEMO FILES. Content: 1 Audio Track, 1 Legal Contract and 2 Incriminating Text Threads.”

Jaylen stared at the loading bar.

Tomorrow, Blake Voss wouldn’t just be his rival.

He’d be the first person he was going to pull down. 

Jaylen adjusted the sleeves of the matte-black jacket hanging over his shoulder. A confident smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

Zee’s voice rang in his ear like a proud co-pilot.

“Styling Upgrade Activated. Let’s get you dressed like the Zillonaire you’re becoming.”

Jaylen strolled through LuxSquare Mall. It was a luxurious overpriced paradise where only celebrities and trust-fund babies dared to swipe their cards without checking balances. Neon lights blinked on walls that smelled like wealth. Giant posters of pop stars and fashion icons stared down like gods from Olympus.

Except now? People were looking at him. Eyes tracked his walk, phones subtly lifted and whispers spread rapidly. 

 “Is that Jaylen Cruz?” One of them asked. 

“That’s the guy who humiliated Mia!” Another whispered in response.

 “Did you hear his unreleased track? It’s better than Blake’s!”

Jaylen tried not to grin too hard. His LiveLeak version of Fever Dreams, the Original Cut had dropped only hours earlier. It was raw, haunting, and stamped with timestamps that proved it was his long before Blake even touched it.

Blake’s polished version was still unreleased and now on the verge of public backlash.

Jaylen turned into one of the elite fashion lounges as he eyed a silver-chain trimmed blazer and mirror-gloss boots. Just as he reached out for a pair of shades…

There came a familiar venomous laugh that echoed behind him.

“I didn’t know this place started letting broke people into the shop.” 

Jaylen’s spine stiffened. He didn’t need to turn to know that voice.

It's Blake Voss. He was styled in a designer and guarded by two goons who looked more like they were  acting.  Blake walked toward him like he owned the mall.

“Jaylen,” Blake said, loud enough for the entire boutique to hear. “Did someone forget to tell you this ain’t the clearance aisle where you can get… very cheap clothes?”

Jaylen turned, cool and calm, sliding the sunglasses over his face.

“I figured I’d stop by,” he said. “Heard they restocked stolen goods. Thought you’d be here.”

A few people chuckled from across the store.

Blake’s smirk faltered for a second. “Still got that mouth, huh? Even with empty pockets. I bet you can't afford those boots you’re holding.”

Jaylen glanced at the price tag, 3,000 dollars. 

Then at the coat, it's 2,800 dollars. Then he looked Blake dead in the eyes.

“What if I buy them both?” Jaylen said. “And add a little wager?”

Blake raised a brow. “What, you want me to pay your bill?” His face stiffened. 

“No,” Jaylen said smoothly, taking off the sunglasses and tossing them onto the counter. “If I pay for everything right now, you take off your shirt. In front of everyone. Do you agree?” 

The boutique staff gasped. They bet Blake wouldn't accept such. 

Blake blinked. “What?”

“And your pants too,” Jaylen continued. “You said I couldn’t afford it, right? So let’s make it fun. If I can’t afford it, I’ll leave. But if I do…” He smirked. “You must strip.”

Blake scoffed. “You’re bluffing.”

The system buzzed, ‘MINI FACE-SLAP QUEST DETECTED: “Strip the Faker”

Objective: Publicly humiliate Blake by proving financial dominance.

Reward: +3 Fame, +5,000 Followers, Mall Viral Status’

Zee whispered in his mind, “Swipe with style, King.”

Jaylen turned to the boutique manager. “Ring it up. All of it.” His voice etched with pride.