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Rockstar Reborn

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A legendary pop rockstar from Earth dies suddenly and is reborn in a magical world ruled by gods and monsters. A Goddess recruits him to restore music — lost for centuries — to this world starving for joy and hope. He’s given a mysterious, hooded bodyguard with deadly skills and glowing eyes — she’s both protector and enigma. Together, they face dragons, goblins, and dark forces while uncovering ancient secrets about music’s true power.
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Chapter 1 - Chap 1: “Last Encore, First Breath”

Boom.

The crowd roared like thunder rolling over a war-torn battlefield, thousands of voices screaming one name in unison.

"Jay! Jay! Jay!"

On stage, drenched in sweat and lit up like a god, stood Jay Phoenix — the undisputed king of modern rock. Torn leather jacket, black nails, purple undercut peeking from beneath a low-slung cap. One eye glittered behind a smudge of eyeliner. In his hand, the mic looked more like a weapon than an instrument.

He grinned like a demon.

"ONE! MORE! TIME!"

Fireworks launched skyward. Flames erupted along the catwalk. The final chorus of "Ashes & Angels" kicked in, and Jay belted out a note so raw it made the speakers rattle and women in the front row weep. His voice was a weapon, a prayer, a sin.

Behind the curtains, his manager, security, and even medics were on edge. They all saw it — the twitch in his left hand, the slight stumble, the way his chest rose just a bit too sharply between verses.

But Jay didn't care anymore

He never did in his new hard skin of his

This was the end anyway.

"Let me burn with my song," he always said.

"If I go out, I go out on fire."

The final note rang out, echoing across the arena. Jay collapsed to one knee, arms wide like a crucifixion. The crowd screamed.

Then—

Blackout.

[Backstage. Twenty Minutes Later.]

The cheers had faded into the memory of stadium walls. Jay slumped against the mirror in his dressing room, eyeliner smudged like war paint. A joint dangled from his lips — not weed, something harder. A chemical kiss laced with powder and pain.

He exhaled, laughing bitterly to himself.

"You did it, Phoenix. Top of the charts. Sold out. Adored by millions… and still feel like shit."

He looked up.

His reflection blinked back at him — gaunt, pale, shadows under his eyes like bruises.

He took another drag. The room blurred. His heart pounded. Too hard.

He leaned back, the world tilting sideways.

Thud.

The joint fell from his fingers, hitting the carpet.

He gasped once — eyes wide — and collapsed, limbs twitching.

Then stillness

White blurry vision ,Not light

White covered his eyes completely then

Infinite. Weightless feeling showered over his senses

Jay floated, stripped of everything — name, fame, flesh. A flicker of self in a sea of silence.

"Jay Phoenix," a voice whispered, gentle and omniscient. Female. Young… and old.

"Do you know what you are?"

Jay's eyes blinked open.

He wasn't in the dressing room anymore.

He was lying on soft, glowing moss beneath a sky of crimson stars.

Somewhere, a bird sang in a language he couldn't understand.

He sat up, barefoot, shirtless, leaner than he remembered. Younger. His body looked… fixed.

His tattoos were gone.

So was the pain.

"What the—"

Before he could speak, the sky cracked open again.

And from it descended her.

Hair of shimmering silver, skin like starlight, and robes that flowed like a waterfall in reverse.

She landed with a soft *pulse* of light that sent ripples through the moss around her.

"Welcome to Eronia," she said.

Jay blinked. "...Is this Hell?"

The woman smiled. "That depends. Are you planning to make it worse?"

Jay stood on trembling legs, brushing moss from his jeans—jeans that looked brand new, unworn, tailored like they were made for his new frame. No pain. No burn in his lungs. Just... light air and a breeze that smelled like fresh citrus and rain.

He squinted at the strange woman who hovered an inch above the moss, her eyes glowing faintly violet.

"Okay," Jay muttered, rubbing his face. "Either I OD'd, or I'm inside a trippy music video."

"You died," she said calmly.

"...Right." He chuckled, deadpan. "That clears it up."

"I am Lumina. Goddess of Harmony and Keeper of the Echoing Realm."

He blinked at her. "Did you say Goddess? As in actual, divine—" He pointed at her glowing eyes. "Okay, yeah, that tracks."

Lumina walked—floated—toward him, the moss humming with music at each step. "Your world cast you out, Jay Phoenix. You lost your voice to pain. To noise. You sang, but you stopped hearing."

Jay's mouth opened but said nothing.

"You were famous," she continued. "Loved, but alone. Loud, but unheard. So I pulled you here. To Eronia."

Jay stared. "Is this like... reincarnation? Or therapy with fireflies?"

"It's a second life," Lumina said softly. "A world needs your voice. Desperately."

She waved a hand, and the forest shifted—trees pulling apart like curtains. What lay beyond was beautiful… and wrong.

The sky was streaked with color, but silent. Mountains hovered, literally hovered, like islands—but nothing echoed. Birds flapped their wings, but made no sound. People moved in distant towns, but not a footstep was heard.

Jay turned slowly in place. "Why is everything so... quiet?"

"This is the Silent World," Lumina whispered. "Centuries ago, music was magic. Every note could summon fire, heal wounds, protect cities. Songs gave birth to spells. But that music has vanished—stolen, forbidden, buried."

Jay swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. "You brought me here… to bring music back?"

"Yes."

"Why me?"

"Because even when your heart was broken… your voice still reached millions."

Jay looked down at his hands.

They looked clean.

Steady.

And for the first time in years, they didn't shake.

"You gave your soul to the world once," Lumina said. "Now the world gives you back."

A tremor rolled through the trees. Birds scattered silently into the sky.

Lumina tensed.

Jay raised an eyebrow. "Okay. That wasn't poetic. What was that?"

"Your arrival… did not go unnoticed."

Suddenly, the moss around them pulsed red. Shapes darted through the woods. Shadows with crooked limbs and twitching ears.

Goblins.

Lots of them ran with their scary teeth out,

Snarling. Grinning. Armed with jagged blades and mismatched armor.

"Enemies of harmony," Lumina whispered. "They feed on silence. They will tear your throat from your body before they let a single song return."

Jay's eyes widened. "Okay, that's a hella lot ."

Lumina didn't respond.

She simply raised her hand.

Light exploded from her palm, shattering the air in a ring.

For a heartbeat, Jay thought she was going to fight them—

Until something even faster dropped from the trees with a streak of silver.

Thunk. Thunk. Slash.

Three goblins dropped without even a scream.

Jay spun.

Standing between him and the monsters, hood low, coat flaring like a cloak, was a figure barely taller than he was. Masked from nose down. One eye glowing faint silver under the hood — the other covered with a sleek black eyepatch.

A girl.

Sword in one hand. Dagger in the other.

Kaela was her name

She didn't speak. She just moved.

A blur of motion, her blades slicing air and monsters alike.

Jay stumbled back, stunned, as one of the goblins lunged for him—

"MOVE!" she snapped, kicking it in the face mid-air and slicing it clean through.

Jay hit the ground hard completely and

Kaela landed beside him.

"I'm your bodyguard," she said flatly. "Try not to die, Rockstar."

Jay blinked.

"…Okay, that's kind of hot."