System's Sadistic Mission - Survive the Cuddlepocalypse

I. The System's Evil Announcement

Ahmed was still recovering from his last failed escape attempt, lying on his luxurious bed, swaddled in five layers of blankets like a human burrito. His fever had finally gone down, but his trust issues had skyrocketed.

He had lost everything—his freedom, his dignity, and most importantly, half his hard-earned points. Every inch of him ached, not just physically but emotionally. Yet, despite the chaos that had consumed his life, Ahmed allowed himself a brief moment of hope.

"Maybe... just maybe..." he murmured softly, staring at the ceiling with hollow eyes, "I can finally get some rest."

For once, silence reigned supreme. No Clayra hovering over him. No Lili sneaking up behind him. Not even the System chiming in with its usual brand of sadistic commentary.

It felt almost peaceful.

And then...

[SYSTEM ANNOUNCEMENT: NEW MISSION ALERT!]

Ahmed's soul physically left his body. His eye twitched. His rage boiled.

"No. No. NO. NOOOO!" Ahmed shouted, sitting upright so fast he nearly toppled out of bed. "SYSTEM, I SWEAR ON MY SOUL, IF YOU RUIN MY LIFE AGAIN, WALLAHI, I WILL—"

[SYSTEM: Mission Accepted. Have Fun!]

"I DIDN'T ACCEPT—!!!"

💥 FLASH! 💥

Suddenly, everything went white.

II. Welcome to the Nightmare (a.k.a. Japan?!)

When Ahmed's vision returned, he realized he was no longer in the Polariga Kingdom.

The luxurious bed? Gone.

The terrifying Duchess Clayra? Gone.

The equally terrifying maid Lili? Gone.

Instead, he stood in the middle of a bustling modern city, surrounded by towering skyscrapers, neon lights flashing like fireworks, and a strange sense of déjà vu. Cars honked in the distance, pedestrians hurried past him, and somewhere nearby, a vending machine dispensed drinks with mechanical precision.

Ahmed blinked, his mind struggling to process what he was seeing. "...Where... the hell... am I?"

Then the System spoke.

[SYSTEM: Welcome, Host! You have been transported to a world similar to your previous one! For the next three days, you will experience life in... JAPAN!]

Ahmed's brain blue-screened. "...HUH?!"

Before he could demand further clarification, the System continued its explanation.

[SYSTEM: This is NOT a simulation. If you fail this mission, the consequences will be... devastating.]

Ahmed groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Devastating how? Am I going to die? Get eaten by bears? Turn into a potato?"

[SYSTEM: Worse. You'll remain trapped here forever.]

Ahmed froze, his blood running cold. "Forever? As in... FOREVER?!"

[SYSTEM: Correct. Now, let's review the rules...]

III. The Ultimate Mission: Survive... the Cuddles?!

The System projected a holographic scroll into Ahmed's field of vision, detailing the mission parameters in excruciating detail.

📜 MISSION RULES:

Ahmed must maintain maximum cuteness levels at all times.Random strangers will feel an uncontrollable urge to cuddle him.If he resists or runs away, the System will INCREASE his cuteness level.If he survives all three days, he will be rewarded.If he fails... he will remain in this world. Forever.

Ahmed's entire being shook as he read through the list. "You... YOU SICK PIECE OF—!"

Before he could finish his sentence, a high-pitched squeal pierced the air.

"KYAAAAA!!!"

A group of excited girls spotted him from across the street. Their eyes sparkled like diamonds, their faces lighting up with pure joy. They pointed at him, whispering frantically among themselves.

"LOOK AT HIM! HE'S SO CUUUUUUTE!!!"

"IS HE REAL?"

"HE LOOKS LIKE A DOLL!"

Ahmed felt a cold sweat run down his spine. He backed away slowly, his instincts screaming at him to flee. "No. No, no, no, no, NO—!"

[SYSTEM: ALERT! FIRST CUDDLE ATTACK INCOMING!]

Ahmed didn't need to be told twice. He turned on his heel and bolted, sprinting through the crowded streets like a man possessed.

IV. The Great Cuddle Escape – Mission: Impossible

Ahmed sprinted through the labyrinthine streets of Tokyo, dodging pedestrians, leaping over bicycles, and weaving through narrow alleys like a wanted criminal. Behind him, a horde of squealing fangirls chased after him with relentless determination.

💨💨💨💨💨💨💨

"WHY ARE THEY FASTER THAN ME?!!" Ahmed screamed, his voice cracking under the strain. His legs burned, his lungs begged for air, and his pride lay shattered in the dust.

[SYSTEM: Host's stamina = 3/10. System recommends increasing physical endurance.]

"HOW CAN I INCREASE IT WHEN I'M RUNNING FOR MY LIFE?!!" Ahmed yelled, tears streaming down his face as he narrowly avoided colliding with a street vendor.

[SYSTEM: Try flapping your arms. Maybe you'll fly away.]

"I HOPE YOU BURN IN A DIGITAL HELL, YOU WASTE OF CODE!" Ahmed roared, turning a sharp corner in a desperate bid to lose his pursuers.

Unfortunately, luck was not on his side.

As he rounded the bend, Ahmed collided headfirst with someone—a woman who seemed to materialize out of thin air. He bounced off her like a rubber ball, landing flat on his back with a loud thud .

Dazed, Ahmed looked up... and his soul left his body again.

Standing before him was a woman unlike any he had ever seen. She had long silver hair cascading down her back, piercing blue eyes that radiated authority, and an aura so intimidating it made Clayra look like a kindergarten teacher. Her arms were crossed, her eyebrows raised, and her lips curled into a faint smirk.

"...Ara?" she said, tilting her head slightly. "What do we have here?"

Ahmed internally screamed. Of course, fate would throw yet another obstacle in his path.

V. The Ultimate Betrayal – System's Final Form of Torture

Before Ahmed could scramble to his feet and resume his escape, the horde of fangirls finally caught up. They surrounded him like hyenas circling fresh prey, their excitement reaching fever pitch.

"OMG, HE'S EVEN CUTER UP CLOSE!"

"LOOK AT THOSE BIG, SAD EYES!"

"I WANNA KEEP HIM!"

Ahmed backed away slowly, raising his hands in a futile gesture of surrender. "L-Ladies, let's calm down..."

[SYSTEM ALERT: Host's cuteness level is TOO HIGH. System is adjusting...]

Ahmed's body glowed with an ethereal light. A strange sensation washed over him, tingling across his skin like static electricity. When the glow faded, he felt different—smaller, softer, more... adorable.

✨💖 POOF! 💖✨

[SYSTEM: CUTENESS LEVEL INCREASED TO 95%.]

Ahmed's eyes widened in horror. His cheeks became pinker, his hair fluffier, and his entire existence radiated 'adorable innocence.' Even his oversized hoodie—which had somehow survived the transition—now fit him perfectly, emphasizing his tiny frame.

The fangirls screamed in unison.

"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—!!!"

They lunged forward, enveloping him in a tidal wave of hugs, pats, and squeals. Ahmed thrashed wildly, trying to break free, but it was no use. There were too many of them, and their grip was ironclad.

"STOP! LET ME GO!" Ahmed shrieked, his voice muffled by the sea of bodies pressing against him. "THIS IS TORTURE!"

[SYSTEM: HOST HAS EARNED 5,000 POINTS FOR BEING IRRESISTIBLE.]

"STOP GIVING ME POINTS FOR THIS!" Ahmed wailed, his cries drowned out by the cacophony of delighted squeals.

The silver-haired woman watched the spectacle unfold with mild amusement, her arms still crossed. "Well," she muttered dryly, "this is certainly entertaining."

Ahmed locked eyes with her, silently pleading for help. But instead of intervening, she simply shrugged. "Good luck, little one."

With that, she vanished into the crowd, leaving Ahmed to fend for himself.

VI. The Final Words of a Broken Man

After what felt like hours—but was likely only minutes—the fangirls finally relented, releasing Ahmed from their collective embrace. Exhausted and defeated, he collapsed to his knees, gasping for air.

He had lost.

There was no escape.

No freedom.

Just an endless cycle of being hugged, petted, and squeezed like a stuffed animal.

As the fangirls closed in for the final cuddle attack, Ahmed let out one last, heart-wrenching scream:

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—!!!"

[SYSTEM: Congratulations, Host. You are now officially the World's Most Adorable Fugitive.]

VII. Three Days of Hell

Over the next three days, Ahmed endured a living nightmare. Everywhere he went, people reacted the same way—gasping, giggling, and launching themselves at him like missiles. Whether it was schoolgirls on their way home, salarymen taking smoke breaks, or elderly women feeding pigeons in the park, no one could resist the overwhelming urge to cuddle him.

By day two, Ahmed had given up trying to run. Instead, he adopted a strategy of minimal resistance, allowing strangers to hug him briefly before slipping away unnoticed. It wasn't ideal, but it saved him precious energy—and sanity.

On day three, however, things took a turn for the worse. While wandering through Akihabara, Ahmed stumbled upon a cosplay convention. Within seconds, he was mobbed by otakus who mistook him for a mascot character. Before he knew it, he was paraded around like a celebrity, forced to pose for photos and sign autographs.

[SYSTEM: HOST HAS EARNED 100,000 POINTS FOR BECOMING AN INTERNET SENSATION.]

"SHUT UP, SYSTEM!" Ahmed growled, his voice barely audible beneath the din of excited chatter.

By the time the mission ended, Ahmed was a shell of his former self. His soul had been shattered, his dignity erased, and his cuteness level permanently increased.

VIII. Back to Reality

When Ahmed finally returned to his original world, he found himself sitting in a dark corner of Clayra's mansion, rocking back and forth like a traumatized child. His enhanced cuteness level remained intact, much to his dismay.

Clayra approached cautiously, her golden eyes filled with concern. "Ahmed? Are you alright?"

Ahmed didn't respond. He simply stared blankly ahead, muttering incoherently under his breath.

"Did something happen while you were gone?" Clayra pressed gently, kneeling beside him.

Ahmed snapped out of his trance, glaring daggers at her. "Something happened? Something HAPPENED?! I WAS TURNED INTO A LIVING TEDDY BEAR AND PASSED AROUND LIKE A PARTY FAVOR!"

Clayra blinked, clearly confused. "A... teddy bear?"

"NEVER MIND!" Ahmed snapped, burying his face in his hands. "IT DOESN'T MATTER ANYMORE!"

Just then, the System chimed in with its usual brand of cruelty.

[SYSTEM: Mission Complete! Rewards: +1000 Points and... Cuteness Buff (Permanent).]

Ahmed's eye twitched violently. His fists clenched, shaking with barely contained rage. And with every ounce of fury in his being, he let out one final, soul-piercing roar:

"SYSTEM, I SWEAR TO GOD, I'LL DELETE YOUUUUUU—!!!"

[SYSTEM: GOOD LUCK WITH THAT, DEAR HOST. BUT UNTIL THEN, ENJOY YOUR NEW FORM!]

Ahmed groaned, slumping back against the wall. There was no escaping it. No matter what he did, the universe—and the System—would always find ways to torment him.

Epilogue: The Horror Continues...

Days passed, and Ahmed gradually adjusted to his new reality. Though his cuteness level remained permanently increased, he learned to navigate the challenges it presented. Clayra, predictably, adored his new appearance, showering him with even more affection than before. Liza, meanwhile, maintained her stoic demeanor, though Ahmed occasionally caught her smirking when he wasn't looking.

As for the System? It continued to mock him relentlessly, awarding him points for every embarrassing moment and reminding him daily of his "adorable" status.

But deep down, Ahmed 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.

And thus, Ahmed's struggle continued...

End of Chapter