[System Upgrade Complete → Level 2]

New Features Unlocked:

[Trend Insight] – Gain access to real-time data on global and regional music trends. Track rising genres, viral hooks, timing, and popular sounds to adjust your style strategically.

[Archive Vault] – Every song you perform, hear, or study is automatically stored. You can revisit, replay, and break them down anytime for training or inspiration.

Dayo blinked at the glowing panel, his lips parting slightly as he muttered a stunned, "Oh."

This was different. His whole body went numb for a moment, as if his brain couldn't quite process what he was seeing. These features were… God-sent.

The first one alone—Trend Insight—felt like holding the keys to the industry. Normally, artists had to guess what people wanted. They would release singles just to test the water. If the crowd loved it, the album would follow. If not, the project was quietly shelved, sometimes killing months of work. But with this feature, he wouldn't have to gamble anymore. The system would tell him, This is what people want right now, this is how long it will last, and this is the right moment to strike.

It wasn't just helpful. It was a cheat. The kind of advantage that could save him from wasting years making music that no one cared about.

He imagined it: knowing in advance that trap beats would fade in three months, or that an R&B wave was about to rise for the summer. It was like standing on a cliff where you could see the tide coming in long before anyone else.

A chuckle slipped past his lips. "With these tools, he had leverage. Information that labels would pay millions for in the need be."

And it was true. Major labels paid millions just to get fragments of this kind of insight—research teams, trend scouts, data analysts. Dayo had it at his fingertips, free.

And then there was Archive Vault.

Dayo's fingers twitched slightly as he thought about it. Every sound, every song, every little tune he played—it would all be stored. He could break them apart, replay them, learn from them, and use them for inspiration later. No more losing ideas because he forgot to jot them down. No more wishing he could listen to a live performance again to study the tone. It would all be there, like a personal vault of music only he could access.

His breathing grew ragged from the excitement, and he forced himself to calm down. His chest felt too tight, his heart hammering as if it was trying to break free. "Calm down… calm down," he muttered. He exhaled, then decided to check the part he had forgotten—the actual stats.

The screen refreshed.

[STATS]

Name: Jason Dayo

Age: 20 years

Status: National Artist (Level 5)

Singing Level: B+

Writing Level: A+

Acting Skill: C-

Visual: B+

Instrument Level:

Guitar: SS+

Flute: A+

Piano: S-

Violin: A-

Music Production Skill: SSS+

Video Editing: B+

Potential: SSS+

Skills:

Prodigy's Instinct

Status Viewer

Perfect Match

Cards:

Global Spotlight Card → Doubles the exposure and reach of your next release for 7 days.

System Level: 2

New Features Unlocked:

Trend Insight

Archive Vault

Dayo froze, eyes widening at the line that glared back at him.

National Artist (Level 5).

"National Artist…" he muttered under his breath, the words strange on his tongue.

That was the biggest shock of all. Just months ago, the system had mocked him with a single word: Nobody. Even his signed artist on his small labels had been ranked higher. Now? He was officially a national-level artist—recognized across the entire United States.

The thought made his chest pound so hard that he could almost hear the thud of his heartbeat in his ears. Three or two out of five people in this country probably know my name, my face, or at least my song.

And he had done it with one track. Just one. not an album but a track

He pressed a hand to his forehead, laughing shakily. "Haha, this is insane… actually insane."

Still, his smile faded slightly as his eyes scanned through the rest of the stats. Most were unchanged. His instruments, his visuals, his production skills—they had stayed where they were. This was due to the workload on his plate; he had to produce and record at the same time, which was stressful. The only real leaps were in two areas: Singing and Writing.

Both had shot up.

His singing, which had been stuck at C-, now gleamed at B+. The jump was massive, almost like skipping several rungs on a ladder at once. He remembered clearly how shaky he used to be—losing breath in the middle of a chorus, straining for high notes that refused to land, lacking control when trying to pour emotion into his tone.

That had changed. He could feel it in his chest, in the strength of his lungs. The live performances, the endless rehearsals, and Luna's constant corrections had all played their part. Practice really did make perfect. Each time he sang, his body remembered, his control sharpened, and his confidence grew.

His Writing, now at A+, made him pause longer. He knew exactly why.

He thought back to those nights writing the lyrics for Hall of Fame. The way he had dug deep, struggling to turn feelings into words, scratching out lines and rewriting them until they finally clicked. That process had unlocked something open inside him. Since then, ideas came to him faster. Verses, hooks, lines—they poured out in ways he hadn't experienced before. His notebook was filling up faster than he could keep track.

Sometimes he even laughed to himself, thinking about how he once worried if he'd run out of songs to write. If all else failed, he still had a goldmine—songs from his old world, hits no one here had ever heard before.

His lips curved into a small smile. "Not bad."

Then his eyes dropped to the Global Spotlight Card, and his excitement dimmed into a more cautious nervousness.

This card is… too much. It wasn't just good—it was overpowered. A full week where his reach would double. That was worth tens of millions in promotion. Record labels fought tooth and nail to secure even half that kind of exposure for their biggest artists.

But his gut told him to hold back. His current viral song was already everywhere—top of the global charts, plastered across feeds, climbing playlists by the hour, which also includes the incident at the airport. Using the card now would be like pouring gasoline onto a fire that was already blazing. Wasteful.

Besides, the FIFA World Cup was around the corner. That stage was a guaranteed explosion of global attention. Everyone would be watching. If his song was already soaring, FIFA would only make it fly higher. The card would be better saved for when he needed to break another barrier, when the timing would mean everything.

He exhaled slowly, shutting the panel with a firm nod. For the first time since waking up in this new world, he felt it—momentum. Real, unstoppable momentum.

"Level five already," he whispered to himself, his grin widening. Just five months in this world, and he had climbed to a level artists spent years chasing. "Let's see how far I can take this."

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