From A Producer To A Global Superstar

The internet kept erupting without stop.

Every hour brought a new wave — a louder, angrier, more chaotic backlash.

The smear campaign MM Records launched was massive, but Dayo's fanbase was something else entirely.

Posts dragging him barely lasted ten minutes before being buried under a full-blown digital war.

Anyone who uploaded a fake article…

Anyone who edited an AI photo…

Anyone who tried to "break news" about Dayo…

…was drowned in reports.

Some accounts got 30,000+ reports within two minutes.

Some got 50,000.

A few unlucky ones crossed 100,000 reports almost instantly.

By the first 30 minutes, nearly 100,000 accounts across multiple platforms were permanently banned — trolls, fake outlets, burner accounts, even big pages that thought they were untouchable.

It was unlike anything the internet had seen in years.

Videos popped up of people deleting their comments out of fear.

Tweets were disappearing in real time.

Even forums that normally didn't care about celebrity drama were locking threads because the spam bots and fan armies were too fast and too organized.

This wasn't random chaos.

It was a movement.

And it was ruthless.

Four years ago, Dayo's supporters were scattered, quiet, and easily drowned out.

Now?

They were a force of nature — loyal, coordinated, and vicious when they needed to be.

People who tried to defame him were literally begging online:

"Please stop reporting my account 😭"

"I swear I didn't mean it, I deleted the comment."

"My business page is gone?! Because I said he cheated?!"

Dayo's fans owned the internet.

And they were not playing.

****

Meanwhile — Inside MM Records PR Department

The chaos in the building was nothing like what was happening online.

The moment the stats dashboard refreshed, Louis stood from his chair in confusion.

"Why… why are our posts dropping in reach?" he whispered.

Sheryl, one of the PR analysts, looked pale as she pushed her glasses up.

"Sir… the accounts we used earlier… they're gone."

Louis blinked. "Gone how? Suspended? Shadowbanned?"

"Sir…" she whispered. "Everything is banned. Completely banned.

Even the long-standing bot farms. Even our old burner pages. All wiped out."

Louis stared at her like she was joking.

Another staffer ran in.

"Louis, we're receiving pushback. Heavy pushback. The threads on TikTok? Gone. Instagram? Deleted. Reddit? Locked. Our servers are throwing warnings because too many of our accounts are getting mass reports."

Louis swallowed.

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying… Dayo's fanbase is not normal," she said.

"We've never seen anything like this. They're coordinated. They're everywhere. It's like fighting the entire internet."

Before Louis could speak again, his phone rang.

Clara.

He picked it quickly.

"Clara? Clara, what's going on? Why is the situation reversing? We just launched everything."

Clara's voice was low and tense. "Louis, listen to me. I don't know what's happening either. But whatever it is, it's not good. Boss expects results, and right now everything is collapsing."

"I know," she answered. "Our accounts are disappearing. We've lost nearly every outlet we used. Even some of the backup farms are wiped."

Clara exhaled shakily. "I'll talk to Boss. But Lois — you need to find a solution. Fast. If he realizes the pushback is this intense, he'll explode."

"Understood," Louis said. "We're trying. But honestly… I've never seen an online pushback like this."

Clara hesitated before hanging up. "Louis… good luck."

She ended the call.

Louis leaned on his desk, suddenly aware that his hands were trembling.

Things were no longer going according to plan.

They were falling apart.

And if she doesn't look for an answer it seem her time working here was looking short because she knew how much had been invested just for this project.

So failing wasn't an option she had to find another way

****

Across the city, inside a discreet black SUV parked by a quiet street, Max and Bella were reviewing documents on their tablets.

Bella was the first to speak.

"So this is the building," she said, zooming into the digital blueprint.

A wide, rectangular lab structure appeared on the screen — three floors, reinforced side panels, limited windows, and a strict access point.

"Testing facility," Max muttered. "Private contracts. But the name doesn't show up on any public registry. That's already shady."

Bella nodded. "I checked the perimeter cams. Twelve cameras total. Two facing the front, two in the parking lot, another two covering the back entrance. The rest are internal."

Max exhaled. "What about security?"

"Three guards," Bella said. "Two rotate outside every fifteen minutes. One stays in the monitoring room."

Max leaned back. "So getting in isn't impossible. We just need timing and silence."

Bella swiped her screen again. "I also traced that burner phone from the guy you were looking for. Remember the one that disappeared?"

Max nodded slowly. "The informant."

"Yeah. The number pinged once near this location. Not long ago."

Max smiled slightly. "So the dots connect."

"They do," Bella replied. "Which means someone inside here is connected to the drug distribution chain."

After a moment of silence, Max asked: "What about the lab's internal layout?"

Bella zoomed in deeper. "Three main corridors. The left wing is storage. The right wing contains the testing rooms. The middle is admin and security. The sample archives are underground."

Max raised a brow. "Underground?"

"Yeah," Bella said, tapping the blueprint. "And that's where the interesting stuff usually is."

He closed the tablet and looked at her. "So what do you think?"

She buckled her seatbelt. "I think we start with the lab. If we crack that part, everything else will fall into place."

Max chuckled lightly. "Lab first it is."

Bella nodded. "Let's move. The longer we wait, the more the situation outside gets messy."

Max opened the car door.

Bella checked her holster.

The air outside was cool, quiet, and still — completely opposite from the online battlefield raging across the world.

"Ready?" Max asked.

Bella smirked. "Always."

They stepped into the night, eyes sharp, movements controlled.

The mission had officially begun.

And inside that lab… answers waited.

Answers Michael was praying no one would ever find.