The Ninja Catch and the Struggle for Breath

I. The Great Escape Plan Zero—Or Not

Ahmed, feeling utterly fed up with his situation, decided it was time to take matters into his own hands. Enough was enough. Between Clayra's relentless mothering, Cloudia's absurd attempts to "buy" him, and the System's endless trolling, Ahmed had reached his breaking point.

"That's it," he muttered under his breath, his voice low but determined. "I'm getting out of here."

Clayra and her crazy sister, Cloudia, had been way too much. Ahmed had been clutched like a doll, held like a prized possession, and showered with affection that he absolutely did NOT want. His plan? Simple.

Leave.

With a mischievous grin, Ahmed snuck out of the mansion's back entrance, hoping to find a way back to freedom. He didn't care what lay beyond the gates of the estate—just that it was far, far away from them.

[SYSTEM ALERT: WARNING: HOST IS ATTEMPTING TO ESCAPE.]

"SYSTEM, SHUT UP!" Ahmed grumbled under his breath, his frustration bubbling over. He wasn't about to let some omnipresent AI ruin his moment of defiance.

He carefully moved through the streets of the Polariga Kingdom, trying to blend in and avoid being seen. He darted past market stalls, avoided beggars, and even hid behind a couple of carts full of chickens to evade detection. Every step brought him closer to freedom, and for the first time in days, Ahmed felt a flicker of hope.

"Freedom, here I come," Ahmed whispered to himself, a triumphant smile spreading across his face.

But before he could take another step—

THUD! THUD! THUD! HUH!

The ground shook beneath him as a figure dropped from the sky—literally landing in front of him with the grace of a ninja. Ahmed froze in absolute terror.

Lili, Clayra's second-handmaid, stood before him like a shadow come to life. Her smirk was both terrifying and playful—a dangerous combination that made Ahmed feel like he was staring into the eyes of a predator.

"Oh, no you don't, little one," Lili said with a mischievous wink, immediately scooping him up into her arms. Her grip was strong enough to make Ahmed's lungs beg for air.

"HEY! HEY! LET GO!" Ahmed yelped, flailing helplessly. But it was no use—Lili's arms were like steel, holding him tight.

"You're not going anywhere, little prince," she teased, her voice dripping with mockery.

[SYSTEM ALERT: SYSTEM IS WATCHING THE ESCAPE.]

"STOP MOCKING ME!"

Lili laughed, clearly enjoying herself. "You know, you're cuter when you squirm."

"CUTER?!"

Ahmed's face turned red—not just from being trapped, but also because Lili was unrelenting. She had him locked in so tightly that escape seemed impossible.

"I was told you're a bit of a handful," Lili remarked, her tone laced with sarcasm. "But now I see what they mean. You're like a little rat."

"I'M NOT A RAT, I'M A HUMAN!"

The System, ever the opportunist, chimed in with its usual brand of cruelty.

[SYSTEM ALERT: HOST IS BEING CARRIED LIKE A BABY. SYSTEM IS AMUSED.]

"SHUT UP, SYSTEM!" Ahmed shouted, barely able to get the words out. "I'M BEING HELD CAPTIVE HERE!"

Lili's grip didn't falter for even a second. If anything, she tightened it slightly, making Ahmed squirm even more.

"Aww, I bet you want to escape, don't you?" she said, mocking him mercilessly. "But you won't. You'll just have to get used to it."

"I DON'T WANT TO GET USED TO IT!"

The System, in its infinite wisdom, chose to add fuel to the fire.

[SYSTEM ALERT: HOST HAS EARNED 5,000 POINTS FOR BEING A 'CUTE CAPTIVE'.]

"I AM NOT A CUTE CAPTIVE!" Ahmed screamed, thrashing wildly in Lili's arms. "STOP GIVING ME POINTS!"

But no matter how loud he yelled, how much he kicked, or how hard he struggled, Lili didn't budge. Instead, she snickered, thoroughly entertained by his futile attempts at resistance.

"Oh, little prince," she cooed, winking at him again. "You think you can escape? Not while I'm around."

[SYSTEM ALERT: HOST HAS ACCIDENTALLY EARNED THE TITLE 'LITTLE PRINCE' AGAIN.]

"NO!" Ahmed screamed internally, his soul shattering into tiny pieces.

II. The System and Its Endless Mockery

As Lili carried him like a prize, Ahmed realized something terrible: his fate was sealed. He had thought he'd found his way out, only to be caught by the one person he least wanted to deal with.

Meanwhile, the System was having a field day.

[SYSTEM ALERT: HOST IS EARNING POINTS FOR CREATING UNNECESSARY DRAMA.]

"STOP IT!" Ahmed groaned, glaring up at the sky as if praying for divine intervention. He couldn't even catch his breath properly. All he could do was wriggle and complain.

"You know," Lili mused, glancing down at him with an amused expression, "you're not so bad. Once you stop yelling and start being a little more cooperative, I might just let you down."

"I'M NEVER COOPERATING WITH YOU!"

Lili chuckled softly, clearly unfazed by his outburst. "We'll see about that."

[SYSTEM ALERT: HOST IS ACCIDENTALLY INCREASING COMEDIC VALUE BY STRUGGLING.]

"STOP! PLEASE!"

But no matter how much he yelled or complained, it didn't stop Lili from holding him tight, her smirk widening with every passing second.

And the System?

It didn't care.

III. The Escape—Or Lack Thereof

So, as Ahmed wriggled helplessly in Lili's arms, he came to a grim realization:

There was no escape.

The System was playing him like a puppet, manipulating his every move for maximum comedic effect. And Lili? She was like a ninja with a wicked sense of humor, relishing every moment of his suffering.

Every attempt at resistance only made things worse. The harder he fought, the tighter her grip became. The louder he protested, the more points he earned. It was a vicious cycle—one that showed no signs of ending anytime soon.

Eventually, Ahmed gave up struggling, slumping in defeat. His body ached, his pride was shattered, and his dignity lay in tatters at his feet.

"What's the point?" he muttered bitterly, his voice barely audible. "No matter what I do, I'm stuck here."

Lili tilted her head slightly, her smirk softening into something resembling sympathy. "You know, it doesn't have to be this way. If you'd just accept your role, maybe things wouldn't be so bad."

"Accept my role?" Ahmed repeated, incredulous. "My role is to be carried around like a baby and mocked by everyone I meet!"

Lili shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, yeah. But think of it this way—you're special. People notice you. They care about you. Isn't that better than being ignored?"

Ahmed stared at her blankly, unsure whether she was serious or just messing with him. Either way, her words struck a chord deep within him. For all his complaints, there was a part of him that craved connection—even if it came wrapped in teasing and forced affection.

Still, he refused to admit it aloud.

"No," he muttered stubbornly. "This isn't better. This is torture."

Lili rolled her eyes, readjusting her grip on him. "Fine, keep sulking. But don't say I didn't try to help."

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

"OF COURSE YOU'RE STILL GIVING ME POINTS!" Ahmed snapped, throwing his head back in exasperation.

Lili laughed, the sound echoing softly in the quiet street. "Oh, little prince. You really are entertaining."

Ahmed groaned, burying his face in his hands—or rather, Lili's sleeve. "I hate everything."

IV. Reflections of a Reluctant Prince

By the time they returned to the mansion, Ahmed was emotionally drained. Lili set him down gently, brushing imaginary dust off his shoulders before stepping back to admire her handiwork.

"There we go," she said cheerfully. "Back where you belong."

Ahmed glared at her, though his heart wasn't fully in it. "I'll never forgive you for this."

Lili simply smiled, patting his head like one would a mischievous puppy. "Sure you will. Eventually."

As she walked away, Ahmed collapsed onto the nearest couch, staring blankly at the ceiling. His mind raced with conflicting emotions—anger, frustration, exhaustion, and a strange, nagging sense of belonging.

"This place is insane," he muttered under his breath. "Everyone here is completely unhinged."

Yet despite everything, Ahmed couldn't deny that he had changed. Whether it was Clayra's relentless affection, Liza's stoic protection, or even Lili's teasing antics, these people had become a bizarre sort of family to him.

Even the System, annoying as it was, seemed oddly invested in his journey.

"Maybe..." Ahmed began, hesitating mid-thought. "...maybe I don't need to fight so hard against it."

But just as quickly as the idea formed, he dismissed it. No way was he giving in completely. Not yet, anyway.

V. Preparing for What's Next

Later that evening, Clayra approached him, her golden hair shimmering in the dim light of the sitting room. She placed a hand on his shoulder, her gaze filled with maternal concern.

"How are you feeling, my sweet prince?" she asked softly.

Ahmed sighed, rubbing his temples. "Like I've been run over by a cart full of bricks."

Clayra chuckled, pulling him into a gentle hug. "You'll survive. Besides, look at it this way—you've gained valuable experience."

"Experience in what? Being humiliated?" Ahmed shot back, though his tone lacked its usual venom.

Clayra smiled knowingly. "In resilience. In adaptability. In learning to navigate a world that doesn't always play fair."

Ahmed frowned, considering her words. As much as he hated to admit it, she had a point. His journey thus far had been nothing if not a crash course in survival—and perhaps, growth.

Still, he vowed to fight back. Someday, somehow, he'd find a way to reclaim control over his life.

Until then, all he could do was endure.

Epilogue: The New 'Normal'

Back in his chambers, Ahmed lay awake, staring at the ceiling. His body ached, his mind buzzed with restless thoughts, and his soul felt heavier than ever.

Yet amidst the chaos, he found solace in one simple truth:

He wasn't alone.

Whether it was Clayra's warmth, Liza's quiet strength, or even Lili's playful teasing, Ahmed had discovered a strange kind of comfort in their presence.

And the System? Well, it continued to laugh at his expense—but even that felt oddly familiar now.

"So," Ahmed murmured to himself, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, "this is my new normal."

For better or worse, Ahmed had embraced the madness surrounding him.

And thus, his struggle continued...

End of Chapter