A week passed quickly.

Dayo kept training, kept working, with Richard who didn't let Dayo slack at all. He was like Dayo's second assistant — the moment he saw Dayo's schedule free, it was time to train.

Dayo's popularity didn't slow down; instead, it increased.

Dayo broke the record for gaining the highest number of followers in both one day and one week simultaneously.

By now, across all platforms, he had gathered over sixty million followers — a number that didn't even feel real yet.

This afternoon, he wasn't at the pool.

He was sitting in a quiet lounge with someone he hadn't seen in years — Timo, an old friend from before fame swallowed everything.

Timo was a close friend back then in high school.

Timo was still the same.

Same bright smile, same restless energy.

He did content creation — small street videos, little skits, random giveaways whenever he had money.

Dayo met him when he was returning from California after the competition. He sat by the other side of Dayo, and only when Dayo went to the toilet did Timo remember him.

At first, Dayo thought Timo was a fan, but a quick flashback from his memory reminded him who Timo was.

The reason for this meeting was simple.

Dayo wanted to do content like Mr Beast, but he couldn't do it alone, so he wanted to hire someone.

When he saw Timo, he remembered that Timo sometimes filmed people at bus stops, sometimes surprised homeless folks with food or clothes.

His page was small but genuine.

That was why Dayo liked him and wanted to work with him.

They sat opposite each other, drinks on the table between them.

"So," Timo said, leaning forward, "you're really back."

Dayo smiled. "Looks like it."

"And you want to start… what? Some big content thing?"

"Yeah." Dayo nodded. "I've been thinking about giving back. Not just with money — with ideas. Projects. Challenges. Stuff that helps people but still entertains. But I don't want the usual celebrity hype. I want something real. And different. Something that people enjoy and benefit from."

Timo rubbed his chin. "Something real… I like that. And with your page blowing up every day? Bro, we can push anything."

Dayo chuckled. "That's why I called you. I want you to work with me. Create with me. I need someone who already understands the streets and what people respond to."

Timo blinked, shocked. "Me? Work for you?"

"Work with me," Dayo corrected. "You've been grinding on your own for years. It's time people see it."

A slow smile spread across Timo's face.

"If we do this… we have to start strong. Something simple but catchy."

"Exactly," Dayo said. "So what do you think — would you work for me?"

"Haha, of course I would."

A wide grin was written all over his face and he couldn't wipe it away.

Dayo smiled. "Alright, that's good. Now let's plan the first one."

They both leaned over the table, a notebook between them.

"What about helping students?" Timo suggested. "You know… surprise people with school fees. Maybe those with student loans or transportation issues. Simple but meaningful."

"That's a good idea," Dayo said. "But let's make it interactive. Something that connects people. Maybe a challenge. Maybe a hidden clue. Maybe a random act that spreads itself."

Timo's eyes lit up.

"Ah! What if we spin a wheel for strangers on the street? Whatever it lands on — they get it. Could be groceries, a phone, paid bills, anything."

Dayo nodded slowly. "Yeah. Yeah… that works. It's fun. It's wholesome. And for the students, we ask questions on what they want the most and help those who need it the most."

Timo grinned. "And with your popularity right now? It will explode."

Dayo leaned back in his chair, satisfied.

This was exactly what he wanted — a new beginning that wasn't about fame, but about purpose.

"Alright," Dayo said, tapping the notebook. "Let's make this our first content."

Timo laughed. "Done. When do we start?"

"Tomorrow."

And just like that, the first step of Dayo's new public journey began — simple, intentional, powerful.

And it would shock the world.

---

The next morning came faster than they expected.

Dayo wore a plain hoodie, cap, and glasses.

Timo carried the filming gear in a small bag.

They met outside a busy mall in Texas — neutral ground, not too loud, not too quiet.

Timo looked around. "Bro… you sure?"

Dayo smiled. "We said tomorrow. This is tomorrow."

They set up the small spinner wheel — colourful, simple, with options written boldly:

Groceries • School Fees • Rent Support • New Phone • Paid Bills • Cash Gift • Mystery Box

And at the bottom corner, a small box labelled:

JAD Treats — Premium Chocolate

Timo laughed at the name when Dayo told him yesterday.

"JAD? What does that even mean?"

"It's short for my name. Jason A. Dayo," Dayo replied. "And it sounds calm. Makes sense for a chocolate brand."

It worked. The package looked clean — black and gold with a simple JAD logo.

Dayo felt a bit cringe because Mr Beast had his own chocolate brand, so he wanted to have his own, which was already on the cards.

After all, with a cooking skill of SS+, he was able to come up with a chocolate that rivaled a lot of top brands in the world. Now he was here to market and gift it to the world.

"Let's start," Dayo said.

Timo hit record.

The first person they approached was a tired-looking college student holding a backpack that had seen better days.

"Hey," Dayo said softly. "Want to spin for a chance to win something?"

The girl looked shocked. "Wait… JD?"

"Yes," Dayo laughed. "It's me. Come, try it."

People nearby turned immediately. Phones came out. Whispering started.

"No way."

"Is that JD?"

"He's actually outside?"

"Bro, he looks different… but it's him."

"It's the hair for me. I recognize him anywhere."

The girl spun the wheel.

It stopped at School Fees.

Her eyes widened.

"No… no way."

Dayo nodded calmly. "How much do you owe?"

She stammered. "$5,000."

He paid it on the spot.

She burst into tears and hugged him. People clapped. Cameras flashed.

Timo kept filming everything and also participated.

Dayo saw this and muttered, "It seems we would have to hire a videographer."

---

Next was a middle-aged man trying to get food for his kids.

He spun.

Groceries.

Dayo pushed a cart with him, paid for everything, and handed him two packs of JAD Treats for his kids.

People screamed.

"JD is BACK!"

"Bro, this is insane!"

"He's just out here helping people?"

"Is this a movie?"

"He's actually real… he's not hiding anymore."

Some recognized him from his old Video.

Some recognized him from the swimming competition.

Some recognized him from TikTok.

Everyone wanted to see him.

But Dayo remained calm, smiling, moving from one person to the next.

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