John didn't sleep.
The more he stared at the finished lyrics in his notebook, the more real everything felt.
He wasn't just making a song — he was recreating a piece of his old world.
A song that millions had already loved.
A song this universe had never heard before.
The system pulsed in front of him:
[Song Detected: "Déjame Entrar" — Recreation]
[Original Universe Source Confirmed]
[Quality of Memory: Clear]
John took a breath.
He didn't want to mess this up.
"System… I'm ready to record."
A blue aura formed around the room.
[Temporary Studio Mode Activated]
[Microphone Quality Enhanced]
[Instrumental Reconstruction Enabled]
[Pitch Guidance Active]
A gentle instrumental started playing — the same warm guitar and soft rhythm from his old universe version.
John stepped closer to the mic his cheap earbuds provided.
His hands trembled, his throat felt dry.
He closed his eyes and began to sing.
At first, his voice wavered.
New body, new vocal cords — everything felt unfamiliar.
But the system caught each note, smoothing, guiding, aligning it with the memory of the original artist's delivery.
As he sang the chorus, emotion hit him hard.
The nostalgia.
The warmth.
The sense of connection to who he used to be.
It wasn't just a song.
It was a piece of home.
When the last note faded, he opened his eyes, breathing hard.
Silence filled the room.
Then—
[Recording Complete]
[Accuracy: 93% Match to Original Universe Version]
[Emotional Delivery: 84%]
[Instrumental Quality: High]
John wiped a hand across his forehead.
"Damn… that felt real."
A new message appeared:
[Ready to Publish Song Globally?]
[Warning: Once released, the song will spread automatically.]
This was it.
The moment that would start everything — his fame, his influence, his ability to survive Marvel.
He clicked YES.
The system lit up.
[Uploading…]
A glowing ring spun slowly, then accelerated.
[Distributed to Global Music Platforms]
[Discoverability Boost Enabled]
[Algorithmic Promotion Active]
[Potential Trend Level: High]
Then the notifications began.
[First Listener Detected]
[Second Listener Detected]
[Third Listener Detected]
John's breath caught.
"…People are listening already?"
The numbers climbed faster:
12 listeners
27 listeners
41 listeners
58 listeners
The system chimed again:
[Popularity Points: 19]
[Level 1 Progress: 10%]
He stared at the glowing interface, stunned.
In minutes, he had done more than he ever could have in a lifetime in his old world.
A song that was already a masterpiece — recreated by him — was now spreading through a world where it was completely new.
He lay back in bed, staring at the ceiling.
Somewhere out there:
Someone was adding his song to their playlist.
Someone was replaying that emotional chorus.
Someone was texting a friend: "Hey, check out this new artist."
Tomorrow, kids at school might be humming the tune.
And none of them would know it came from the quiet Dominican kid who sat in the back row.
John smiled slightly, exhaustion finally pulling at him.
"This is the first step… to everything."
The system pulsed faintly in his vision.
[Quest Update: Your music has begun shaping this world.]
He drifted into sleep, the melody still echoing in his mind, carrying him into his next life dream:
A stage.
A crowd.
And power — growing with every listener.