Gold, Greed, and Unstoppable Comedy-Cloudia Arrives!

I. The Disaster Has a Sister?!

Ahmed was already suffering enough.

Trapped in an adorable mini-body that made people lose their minds.

Hugged to near-death by Clayra every two minutes.

The System laughing nonstop at his misery.

And just when he thought it couldn't get worse...

It did.

[SYSTEM ALERT: WARNING. APPROACHING ENTITY: 'CLOUDIA ROSE'. HIGHLY DANGEROUS. HIGHLY UNHINGED.]

Ahmed's blood turned to ice. "...Who the hell is Cloudia?"

[SYSTEM ALERT: CLAYRA'S YOUNGER SISTER.]

His soul screamed.

Clayra alone was already a nightmare. But now... a younger sister?!

Before he could process this horrible reality—

BOOM!

The doors to the mansion exploded open with such force that dust flew everywhere. The chandelier shook violently, rattling like it might fall at any moment. Even Liza's tea cup trembled on the table, betraying her otherwise stoic demeanor.

And then...

A tall, golden-haired woman strode into the room like she owned the planet. Her presence was overwhelming—equal parts elegance and chaos. She wore a dazzling gown adorned with intricate gold embroidery, and her emerald-green hair shimmered under the light of the shattered doorway.

"CLAAAAAYYYYRAAAAA! I HAVE ARRIVED!" she bellowed, her voice echoing through the halls like thunder.

Ahmed clutched his ears, wincing in pain. "WHO THE HELL YELLS LIKE THAT?!!"

[SYSTEM ALERT: WARNING! INCOMING MENACE LEVEL: OVER 19000.]

Clayra, surprisingly calm, took a sip of her tea and sighed. "...Hello, Cloudia."

Cloudia flipped her golden hair back dramatically, striking a pose that looked like it belonged in a fashion magazine. "Big sister! My most beloved, elegant, noble sister!"

Clayra rolled her eyes. "What do you want?"

Cloudia paused for dramatic effect, then grinned wickedly. Ahmed immediately recognized that grin—it was the grin of pure evil.

"...I heard you adopted a son," Cloudia purred, her gaze shifting toward Ahmed.

The air went still.

Ahmed felt cold.

"...I—" he began, but before he could finish—

WHOOSH!

Cloudia teleported in front of him faster than anyone should be able to move. She grabbed his face like he was a prized artifact, inspecting him closely.

"OY! HANDS OFF, CRAZY LADY!" Ahmed squirmed violently, trying to escape her grip. But Cloudia held firm, her eyes sparkling with glee.

"Clayra, my dear sister..." she whispered dramatically, still clutching Ahmed's cheeks.

"Yes?" Clayra replied, raising an eyebrow.

Cloudia suddenly pulled out a HUGE BAG OF GOLD COINS and slammed it onto the table.

THUD!

"I'LL BUY HIM."

Silence.

The entire room froze. Even Liza, who never reacted to anything, slowly blinked. Clayra set her teacup down gently, her expression unreadable.

Ahmed, meanwhile, lost all composure.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN 'BUY ME'?!!" he shrieked, thrashing in Cloudia's grip.

Cloudia ignored him completely, turning to Clayra with a serious expression. "I'll pay you ten times this amount if you give him to me."

Ahmed's jaw dropped. "...Excuse me, AM I A DAMN POKÉMON?!"

Cloudia clapped her hands excitedly. "He even TALKS BACK?!" she gasped, clearly delighted.

[SYSTEM ALERT: HOST HAS EARNED 2,000 POINTS FOR 'ACCIDENTALLY BEING A COMMODITY'.]

"DON'T GIVE ME POINTS FOR THIS!" Ahmed shouted, glaring at the ceiling.

Clayra exhaled deeply, rubbing her temples. "...Cloudia."

Cloudia perked up. "Yes, dearest sister?"

"...No."

Cloudia pretended to be heartbroken. "Sister... please reconsider..."

She slid another bag of gold onto the table.

THUD!

"THAT'S NOT RECONSIDERING! THAT'S A BRIBE!" Ahmed yelled, losing his mind entirely.

Clayra massaged her forehead, clearly growing impatient. "Cloudia, why do you want him?"

Cloudia flipped her hair again, striking yet another ridiculous pose. "Because, dear sister..."

She grabbed Ahmed once more, squishing his cheeks until they resembled overripe tomatoes.

"LOOK AT THIS FACE!"

Ahmed twitched violently, his dignity crumbling further with each passing second.

"Do you know how much money I could make if I dress him up and bring him to noble tea parties?!" Cloudia exclaimed, practically drooling at the thought.

Clayra's eye twitched.

"I could make him wear a tiny tuxedo... make him pout... call him 'Little Prince'..."

Ahmed's soul shattered. "OVER MY DEAD BODY!"

[SYSTEM ALERT: HOST HAS EARNED 5,000 POINTS FOR 'BEING HIGHLY MARKETABLE'.]

"SYSTEM, I'M WARNING YOU!" Ahmed growled, his voice trembling with rage.

But Cloudia wasn't backing down.

"Fine, fine, sister. You win." She sighed dramatically.

"...Really?" Clayra narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

Cloudia grinned mischievously.

"Of course."

Ahmed relaxed slightly, though his instincts told him not to trust her.

But then—

WHOOSH!

Cloudia lunged at him, grabbed him, and started sprinting for the door!

"I'M TAKING HIM ANYWAY!"

"YOU WITCH! PUT ME DOWN!" Ahmed screamed, flailing wildly in her arms.

[SYSTEM ALERT: HOST HAS ENTERED 'KIDNAPPED' MODE.]

Clayra calmly stood up, setting her teacup aside. "...Liza."

Liza disappeared instantly.

Not even a second later—

BOOM!

A shockwave of wind blasted through the mansion, sending furniture flying and curtains billowing.

And then—

CRASH!

Cloudia flew backward like she had just been hit by a truck, landing headfirst into a nearby pile of expensive furniture.

"...Ow."

Liza reappeared, adjusting her gloves casually as if nothing had happened. She held Ahmed like a grocery bag, his body stiff as a board and twitching uncontrollably.

"...I almost died," Ahmed muttered weakly, his voice barely audible.

Clayra sighed, picking up her tea once more. "Cloudia, did you seriously think you could kidnap my child?"

Cloudia, half-buried under rubble, groaned loudly. "...It was worth a shot."

Clayra picked up the bags of gold Cloudia had brought. "I'll double your debt to me."

Cloudia immediately sat up, panic flashing across her face. "WAIT, NO—"

II. The Aftermath of Chaos

By the end of the day, Cloudia had not only failed to kidnap Ahmed but also managed to triple her existing debt to Clayra. The mansion staff cleaned up the mess she had made, while Liza returned to drinking her tea, utterly unbothered by the events that had unfolded.

Ahmed, meanwhile, earned a staggering 10,000 points for "accidentally causing a market war over his cuteness." Despite the absurd rewards, he remained thoroughly unimpressed—and thoroughly traumatized.

[SYSTEM ALERT: CONGRATULATIONS, HOST! YOU HAVE EARNED 'NOBLE CHILD' STATUS!]

Ahmed buried his face in his pillow, groaning loudly. "I hate this system too."

III. Reflections of a Reluctant Noble Child

Late that night, Ahmed lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. His body ached from the day's chaos, and his soul felt heavier than ever. He replayed the events in his mind, wondering how things had spiraled so far out of control.

"This place is insane," he muttered under his breath. "Every single person here is completely unhinged."

Clayra treated him like a living doll, constantly hugging and coddling him. Liza acted like his personal warden, ensuring he didn't step out of line. And now Cloudia—his supposed "aunt"—had tried to buy him like some rare collectible item.

Even the System seemed determined to turn his life into a never-ending comedy show, awarding him points for every humiliating moment.

"Why does everyone keep treating me like I'm a commodity?" Ahmed whispered, his voice tinged with frustration. "Am I really that valuable? Or am I just cursed?"

The truth, he realized, was probably somewhere in between. His enhanced cuteness level made him irresistible to others, whether they were noblewomen eager to exploit his charm or family members intent on protecting him. Either way, Ahmed found himself caught in the middle of a bizarre tug-of-war—one he had no desire to participate in.

Still, deep down, he knew there was no escaping his situation. For better or worse, he was stuck here. All he could do was adapt, survive, and maybe—just maybe—find a way to reclaim some semblance of control over his life.

IV. The Next Challenge

As the days passed, Ahmed discovered that Cloudia's visit wasn't entirely without consequences. While she hadn't succeeded in kidnapping him, her antics had sparked rumors throughout the noble community. Word spread quickly about the "adorable prince" living under Clayra's roof, drawing unwanted attention from all corners of the kingdom.

Invitations poured in—from tea parties to social gatherings to charity events. Each one promised glamour, prestige, and endless opportunities to showcase Ahmed's charm.

Needless to say, Ahmed wasn't thrilled.

"Momma, please tell me we're not going to these," he pleaded one morning, holding up a stack of invitations thicker than a dictionary.

Clayra glanced at them briefly before shrugging. "Why not? It'll be good practice for you."

"Practice?!" Ahmed repeated, incredulous. "For what? Being paraded around like a circus animal?!"

Clayra chuckled softly, patting his head. "Think of it as exposure therapy, darling. Besides, you need to learn how to behave in high society."

Ahmed groaned, burying his face in his hands. "This is literally my worst nightmare."

[SYSTEM ALERT: HOST HAS EARNED 3,000 POINTS FOR 'RELUCTANT SOCIALITE'.]

"STOP GIVING ME POINTS FOR EVERYTHING!" Ahmed snapped, glaring daggers at the ceiling.

But the System, as always, remained unfazed.

[SYSTEM RESPONSE: WHY WOULD WE STOP WHEN IT'S SO ENTERTAINING?]

Ahmed flopped onto the couch, defeated. "One day, System. One day, I'll figure out how to shut you up forever."

[SYSTEM ALERT: GOOD LUCK WITH THAT, DEAR HOST. BUT UNTIL THEN, ENJOY YOUR NEW ROLE AS A NOBLE ICON.]

Ahmed groaned again, sinking deeper into despair.

V. Preparing for Battle

Despite his protests, Clayra insisted on preparing Ahmed for his upcoming appearances. This meant hours of etiquette lessons, wardrobe fittings, and grooming sessions—all designed to maximize his appeal.

"You're going to be the star of every event," Clayra declared proudly, holding up a tiny tuxedo tailored specifically for Ahmed.

Ahmed stared at it in horror. "That thing looks like it belongs on a porcelain doll."

"It's fashionable," Clayra countered, undeterred by his complaints.

Meanwhile, Liza supervised his training regimen, ensuring he mastered everything from proper posture to polite conversation. Every mistake earned him a stern glare—and occasionally, a subtle zap of magical energy to remind him of his errors.

"Can't I just stay home and play solitaire instead?" Ahmed whined during one particularly grueling session.

"No," Liza replied flatly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

By the time the first event rolled around, Ahmed was exhausted—but oddly prepared. Whether he liked it or not, he had become somewhat accustomed to the madness surrounding him.

VI. The First Event

The grand ballroom was packed with nobles, each dressed in their finest attire. Crystal chandeliers hung overhead, casting glittering light across the room. Waiters circulated with trays of champagne and hors d'oeuvres, while musicians played soft melodies in the background.

And standing at the center of it all—Ahmed.

Dressed in his tiny tuxedo, his enhanced cuteness level shining brighter than ever, he drew stares from everyone present. Women cooed over him, men complimented Clayra on her "precious son," and children begged their parents to let them approach him.

Ahmed endured it all with gritted teeth, forcing himself to smile politely despite the inner turmoil raging inside him.

"This is torture," he muttered under his breath, clutching a glass of juice like it was his lifeline.

[SYSTEM ALERT: HOST HAS EARNED 5,000 POINTS FOR 'SURVIVING HIGH SOCIETY'.]

"SHUT UP, SYSTEM!" Ahmed hissed, resisting the urge to throw his drink at the nearest noble.

But amidst the chaos, something unexpected happened.

A young girl approached him shyly, her eyes wide with admiration. "You're so cute," she whispered, offering him a flower.

Ahmed blinked, momentarily stunned. Then, against his better judgment, he smiled softly. "Thanks," he said, accepting the flower.

For the first time since arriving in this strange world, Ahmed felt a flicker of warmth—a reminder that not everything here was terrible.

Epilogue: The Cycle of Madness Continues

Back at the mansion, Ahmed collapsed onto his bed, utterly drained from the evening's events.

"Well?" Clayra asked, leaning against the doorway. "How was it?"

Ahmed groaned, pulling a pillow over his face. "Exhausting. Humiliating. Completely unnecessary."

"But?" Clayra pressed, sensing there was more to his story.

Ahmed hesitated, recalling the little girl who had given him the flower. "...I guess it wasn't all bad."

Clayra smiled knowingly. "See? Progress."

Ahmed rolled his eyes, but he couldn't deny it. Despite everything, he had survived—and perhaps even grown a little stronger.

Still, he vowed to fight back. Someday, somehow, he'd find a way to turn the tables on the System, Clayra, and everyone else who dared to meddle in his life.

Until then, all he could do was endure.

And thus, Ahmed's journey into the chaotic world of nobility—and relentless trolling—continued.

End of Chapter