Forced to Tease, or Lose It All

I. System Strikes Back

After hours of strolling through the chaotic and confusing world, Ahmed had realized something. Something vital.

The system wasn't just his annoying sidekick. It was his tormentor.

"Alright, Sysco, I get it," Ahmed muttered, kicking a rock across the dirt path. "You want me to troll people. Mock the weak. Insult the strong. Whatever. You've had your fun, and so have I. Let's just wrap this up already, huh?"

But the system wasn't going to make it that easy.

[SYSTEM ALERT: HOST IS BECOMING INSUFFERABLY BORING.]

Ahmed's eyes narrowed. "Boring? You're the one that made me act like a complete lunatic in front of monks, ya clown."

The screen flashed in response.

[ERROR: SYSTEM IS RUNNING LOW ON ENERGY DUE TO INSUFFICIENT TEASING.]

[WARNING: SYSTEM WILL TAKE HALF OF POINTS IF TEASES ARE NOT INCREASED.]

Ahmed froze in place. "What?"

[YOU HAVE 24 HOURS TO COMPLY. FAILURE TO CONTINUE TEASING WILL RESULT IN LOSS OF ALL POINTS.]

His jaw dropped. "Hold on, you're telling me you're going to steal MY POINTS?!"

[YES.]

Ahmed spun around, furious. "This is a scam, you know that?! You tricked me into embarrassing myself, and now you want to take my hard-earned rewards?!"

The system beeped calmly.

[YES. SYSTEM REQUIRES ENTERTAINMENT.]

[MORE TEASES = MORE POINTS.]

[ALSO, FUN. SYSTEM LIKES FUN.]

Ahmed slammed his fist on the ground. "Ya RABBI, you're a crazy piece of junk, you know that?"

The system gave a cheerful ping.

[+10 POINTS FOR INSULTING SYSTEM.]

Ahmed sighed deeply, rubbing his temples. "I'm being held hostage by a glorified calculator that thrives on making me insult people."

He squinted into the distance, looking at an old cemetery wall up ahead. His fingers clenched. "I've had enough of this. Fine, you want more teasing? You'll get it. This is it. Time to give you exactly what you want, ya greedy computer."

II. The Graveyard Incident

Ahmed's legs dragged as he trudged toward the old cemetery. The distant tombstones had a certain ominous charm, but it was mostly the perfect setting for chaos.

He glared at the system's interface hovering before his face.

"I'm warning you now, Sysco. If you make me do something stupid again, I swear..."

[YOU WILL DO IT ANYWAY.]

Ahmed's face twisted in rage. "You really want me to tease ghosts?"

The system beeped approvingly.

[YES. GHOSTS HAVE FEELINGS TOO.]

"What kind of sick, twisted joke is this?" Ahmed muttered. "Alright, screw it. Let's go mess with the undead."

The cemetery gates creaked as Ahmed pushed them open, his eyes darting around at the abandoned graves. There was an eerie silence in the air, broken only by the occasional caw of a crow.

Ahmed cleared his throat dramatically. "Hello, is anyone here? I need to speak to your spirit manager about your awful decor. You've got tombstones that look like they were made in the Stone Age! No wonder no one visits this place. I'd be embarrassed too!"

[+15 POINTS FOR INSULTING GRAVE DECOR.]

Ahmed's face split into a grin. "Oh, this is rich. What else can I make fun of here?"

He wandered deeper into the cemetery. "Let's talk about how bad these graves smell. I mean, seriously. You guys think people are gonna visit you when you've got funeral-level stench floating around here?"

Suddenly, a cold gust of wind swept past him.

"Ahhh, did I hit a nerve? Did I just rattle a couple of dead bones?" Ahmed said with a laugh. "I bet you're all still salty about your afterlife, huh?"

[+20 POINTS FOR INSULTING THE DEAD.]

A shadow shifted behind a nearby tombstone.

Ahmed's eyes narrowed. "Oh, it's on now."

He swaggered forward, not even hesitating. "What's the matter? Are you the ghost of someone who died from embarrassment because of their terrible headstone choices? Let me guess—you were the one who picked out the font for these gravestones, right? Terrible. Just terrible."

The shadow grew larger.

Ahmed kept going. "You really think this is scary? Please, I've been scared more by my internet connection than whatever you're supposed to be. You're about as scary as a wet cat in a cardboard box!"

A ghostly figure finally appeared before him, wearing a tattered cloak and glowing with an ethereal light.

It was hovering inches off the ground, a sad attempt to look imposing.

The figure's eyes burned with an otherworldly fury.

Ahmed smirked. "Oooooh, you're gonna try to spook me with that glow, huh? Come on. You look like a Halloween decoration that wasn't good enough to make it to the store. Try harder, my guy."

The ghost let out a piercing wail that would have sent anyone else running for their lives.

But Ahmed? He laughed.

"Is that your best shot? I've heard more terrifying sounds from my mom when I didn't take out the trash on time!"

The ghost paused.

Then it burst out laughing.

The spirit was laughing so hard that it nearly fell to the ground. "Wait... what did you just say about your mom?"

Ahmed stood there, grinning. "Yeah, you heard me right. She doesn't mess around when it comes to chores. I don't care what you're trying to do—nothing beats her scolding."

The ghost was laughing uncontrollably, tears floating from its ghostly eyes.

[+50 POINTS FOR OUT-INSULTING A GHOST.]

Ahmed stood victorious. "Take that, ya floating wimp."

III. Half Points, Full Rage

Just as Ahmed was about to walk away, a notification popped up before him.

[SYSTEM WARNING: POINTS HALVED DUE TO INSUFFICIENT TEASING. HALF POINTS TAKEN. PLEASE TRY HARDER.]

Ahmed screamed. "WHAT?! YOU CAN'T JUST—"

The system responded with a blinding flash.

[POINTS REDUCED TO 0. PLEASE INSULT FURTHER TO GAIN MORE POINTS.]

"THAT'S IT!" Ahmed fumed. "You wanna play dirty, Sysco? Fine! You're getting a taste of my ultimate trolling power!"

With that, he turned to the nearest skeleton lying forgotten by the tombstones. "Hey, bonehead! I bet you were the class clown back in the day, huh? You'd be lucky if anyone could recognize you after your fashion choices. What's with the whole 'unholy chic' look? Not even a single accessory? Come on, at least wear a nice scarf or something!"

[+100 POINTS FOR EXCELLENT INSULTS.]

The skeleton didn't know whether to feel offended or impressed.

And just like that—

The path to madness and point-chasing continued.

Epilogue: The Trolling Never Ends Ahmed lost half of his points.He insulted a ghost.He will never stop mocking the undead.

And, of course...

The system is still laughing.

End of Chapter