STATS]

Name: Jason Dayo

Age: 22

Status: Regional Artist (Level 6)

Singing: A+

Writing: S−

Acting: A+

Visual: A+

Instruments:

• Guitar – SS+

• Flute – A+

• Piano – S−

• Violin – A−

Movie Production: A+

Scriptwriting: A+

Swimming: S-

Cooking: SS+

Computer: SS−

Music Production: SSS+

Video Editing: A−

Potential: SSS+

Skills:

• Prodigy's Instinct

• Status Viewer — Talent Vision

• Perfect Match

• Market Resonance

• Archive Vault

• Skill Integration Protocol

• Emotional Transduction

• Hypersonic Synthesis

System Level: 3

Active Effects (Mission 3):

Special Endorsement Buff — active

(+5% reputation gain; +5% brand interest)

[New Mission Unlocked — Olympic Trials]

Objective: Reach the Final Round of the U.S. Olympic Trials.

Bonus Objective: Set a new personal best under 21.30 seconds.

Reward: Unknown

Penalty: None

Status: Completed.

Seeing this Dayo smiled now let see what the unknown reward is.

Reward loading…

Checking achievements…

Reward generated…

Reward: All stats increase by one.

Dayo blinked.

Then blinked again.

"…what?"

Six words.

Six simple, harmless-looking words.

But they hit him like thunder.

"All stats increase by one."

He read it five times before his brain even processed it.

"All stats… increase… by one?"

He froze.

Then—

"WHAT?!"

He clapped a hand over his mouth instantly.

Too late.

From outside the door he heard Sharon's voice.

"Sir? Are you okay?"

"Yes! Yes! I'm fine!" Dayo shouted quickly. "Just… you know… excitement!"

"Okaaaay…" Sharon replied slowly, then walked off.

Dayo stayed silent until her footsteps disappeared.

Then—

"Haaaa… oh my God…"

He sat on the bed, staring at the panel again, his mind racing.

This reward wasn't small.

It wasn't normal.

It was ridiculous.

He had trained for years—performed, acted, produced, learned instruments—and yet one single reward just pushed EVERYTHING up.

Singing? Higher.

Acting? Higher.

Writing? Higher.

Swimming? Higher.

Movie production? Higher.

Even his Guitar, which was already insane, jumped from SS+ to SSS−.

His Cooking? Also SSS−.

This was unreal.

He suddenly felt his heartbeat rising again.

"Calm down… calm down…" he muttered, placing both hands on his head.

He lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling like information was rushing through his body, like new gears were slotting into place one by one.

For about ten minutes he didn't move.

He just breathed, letting everything settle in.

When the pressure in his chest finally eased, he sat up.

"…damn."

He looked at his hands.

His fingers felt lighter.

Stronger.

More precise.

He opened his mouth and hummed a single note.

It rang out—clearer, sharper, richer than anything he had ever produced.

"Whoa…"

He hummed again.

The sound vibrated through the room.

It didn't even feel like he was trying.

It felt like something had been unlocked.

He stood, stretched, and suddenly felt his muscles respond instantly, like they understood him better now.

He clenched his fists.

"Swimming at S level… that's crazy," he muttered. "No wonder that race felt different."

He tested a few steps, shadow-swimming with his arms.

His movement was smoother.

More controlled.

More explosive.

He was no longer an A+ swimmer trying to break into the elite range.

He was in the elite range now.

"…this is mad."

He shook his head and went into the bathroom.

Took a quick shower.

Let the cold water run through his hair while he processed everything.

When he stepped out, towel around his shoulders, he felt like a new version of himself was sitting inside his body.

A better version.

A scarier version.

He then looked at the stats

STATS]

Name: Jason Dayo

Age: 22

Status: Regional Artist (Level 6)

Singing: S−

Writing: S

Acting: S−

Visual: S−

Instruments:

• Guitar — SSS−

• Flute — S−

• Piano — S

• Violin — A

Movie Production: S−

Scriptwriting: S−

Swimming: S

Cooking: SSS−

Computer: SS

Music Production: SSS+

Video Editing: A

Potential: SSS+

Skills:

• Prodigy's Instinct

• Status Viewer — Talent Vision

• Perfect Match

• Market Resonance

• Archive Vault

• Skill Integration Protocol

• Emotional Transduction

• Hypersonic Synthesis

System Level: 3

Active Effects (Mission 3):

Special Endorsement Buff — active

(+5% reputation gain; +5% brand interest)

"Ohh almost all my stats are in S only Violin and video editing this is massive man." Dayo muttered

He was still wiping his face when his phone rang.

Max calling.

Dayo answered immediately.

"Yeah, Max. Talk to me."

"Sir," Max said, voice firm, "I got some information on one of them."

Dayo sat down on the bed, his expression sharpening.

"And the second one?" Dayo asked.

"That one slipped," Max replied. "He was… careful. He didn't panic. It feels like his root runs deeper, so I'm still tracking him."

Dayo leaned forward.

"Alright. What do you have on the first one?"

Max exhaled.

"Not the full identity yet, but everything points to someone within the swimming staff. Someone who has access to the athlete movement schedules."

"Hmm."

That matched Dayo's prediction too well.

"I Already sent his number to your private line," Dayo said. " With a little push, he'll break."

"Okay sir," Max said.

Before Max could speak again, Dayo added:

"And Max—look into that drug I told you about. The enhancer. I want the supplier, the lab, the testing chain, everything. And when you find it, drop all of it to the right agency anonymously."

"Understood."

"This is important," Dayo continued. "The sooner those using enhancements get caught, the better. And make sure no one traces it back to us."

"No worries, sir. Bella and I are on it."

Dayo nodded.

This was why he hired them—Max and Bella were no joke.

Both had SS+ potential in investigation and were currently around A+ level.

They weren't just private investigators.

They were specialists.

And Dayo needed specialists.

Being famous meant enemies.

Being successful meant being targeted.

Being extraordinary meant people would try to drag you down.

He couldn't afford to fight blind anymore.

"Keep digging," Dayo said. "Find every piece of dirt that matters. And don't stop until you get the whole picture."

"Yes, sir."

He cut the call.

Dayo leaned back in the chair, exhaling slowly as the weight of everything settled on him.

"Come for me…" he whispered to no one.

"Come for me if you want."

He smiled faintly.

"But I'll come back ten times harder."

He stood, stretched again, feeling the power running through him like a quiet engine.

"This isn't Dayo from four years ago," he murmured.

"This is Dayo 2.0."

Then he looked at the dark window, the reflection of his new self staring back.

"And whoever is behind this," he said softly, "prepare yourself."

He tapped the panel again.

Because he was ready now.

More ready than he had ever been.

"Let's see how far we can go."

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