Jaxx’s Hustle

The Neon Underbelly was chaos incarnate, but for Jaxx, the Clubs faction’s street poet, it was just another day. The Cipher Crown was said to amplify ZEALZ, and every faction was gunning for it. Jaxx didn’t need strategy or finesse—his power lay in his instinct, in the raw grit of his BARZ.

Jaxx wasn’t here for glory. He was here to survive, to prove that a street poet could stand toe-to-toe with tacticians and renegades alike. His words weren’t polished—they were real, and they hit like a sledgehammer. In the Underbelly, that was all that mattered.

But the Shadow Scribes weren’t playing fair, and neither were the other factions. Jaxx’s VERSEZ became his shield, his BARZ his weapon, as he fought to claim the Cipher Crown. The Underbelly was his stage, and he wasn’t leaving without making a mark.