The Elven Lurker & Next Kidnapping Disaster

I. The Sweet Taste of Freedom (For 5 Seconds)

After his traumatizing survival mission in Japan, Ahmed finally returned to his original world.

He took one deep breath.

Then another.

And then he collapsed face-first onto the floor, utterly spent.

"Alhamdulillah... finally... no more cuddles... no more pink cheeks..." Ahmed muttered weakly, his voice muffled by the plush carpet beneath him. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he allowed himself to believe that maybe—just maybe—he could catch a break.

But before he could fully process this fleeting moment of peace—

[SYSTEM: Cuteness Buff (Permanent) is now Active!]

Ahmed's soul almost left his body. His eye twitched violently as he shot upright, glaring daggers at the ceiling. "SYSTEM, I SWEAR TO ALLAH, IF YOU DON'T REMOVE THIS—"

But before he could finish his threat—a shadow moved.

Something swift, silent, and extremely suspicious appeared behind him. Before Ahmed could react—

💨 POOF! 💨

A mysterious hand clamped over his mouth, cutting off his protests. A thick, cloying scent of sleeping powder filled his nostrils, making his vision blur instantly. Panic surged through him as he tried to fight back, but his limbs grew heavy, his movements sluggish.

The last thing he heard was a silky, mischievous voice whispering in his ear.

"Hehehe... got you, little cutie..."

And then—

💥 DARKNESS. 💥

II. Welcome to Ygra – The Elven Kingdom of Chaos

When Ahmed woke up, his first reaction was to scream.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—!!!"

He bolted upright, looking around frantically. He was in a golden palace, surrounded by suspiciously attractive elves. Their pointed ears gleamed under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers, their ethereal beauty radiating an aura of otherworldly charm.

His heart dropped.

"No... NO. NO! I REFUSE TO GO THROUGH THIS AGAIN!" Ahmed shouted, scrambling backward until his back hit the wall. His mind raced, trying to piece together how he had ended up here—and why everything always seemed to go wrong for him.

Then, a tall elf woman strode into the room. She had long emerald-green hair cascading down her back, piercing golden eyes that sparkled with mischief, and the smirk of someone who thoroughly enjoyed making people suffer.

She crossed her arms and looked at Ahmed like a cat that had just caught a particularly feisty bird.

"You're finally awake, little one," she purred, her tone dripping with mockery.

Ahmed froze. His danger senses exploded, screaming at him to run—except there was nowhere to go. Trapped in this gilded cage, he braced himself for whatever fresh hell awaited him.

"...Who the hell are you?!" Ahmed demanded, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and fury.

She smirked, clearly enjoying his distress. "I am Tima, the Elven Lurker. And you... belong to me now."

Ahmed's soul physically left his body for the second time that day.

III. The Kidnapping Explanation (a.k.a. Why Ahmed Can Never Catch a Break)

Before Ahmed could unleash his full wrath upon Tima, the System chimed in with its usual brand of sadistic clarity.

[SYSTEM: Explanation Mode Activated!]

📜 THE ELVES OF YGRA ARE CURRENTLY IN CONFLICT WITH THE POLARIGA KINGDOM.

📜 DUCHESS CLAYRA HAS BEEN GROWING TOO POWERFUL, SO THE ELVES DECIDED TO 'BORROW' YOU AS LEVERAGE.

📜 IN SHORT, YOU ARE NOW A HIGH-VALUE HOSTAGE. CONGRATULATIONS!

Ahmed clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white. His face twitched uncontrollably as he processed the absurdity of the situation. Once again, he found himself at the center of yet another political power play—only this time, it involved elves.

Taking a deep breath, Ahmed unleashed the most pure, raw, and unfiltered Tunisian rage he could muster:

"TA3RAF YAMA NFARMTAK ASBOR 3LIYA BARK!!!"

[TRANSLATION: SYSTEM, I SWEAR I'M GONNA ERASE YOU FROM EXISTENCE. JUST WAIT. JUST WAIT FOR ME.]

The elves blinked in confusion, clearly unfamiliar with Ahmed's native tongue. Tima tilted her head curiously, studying him like a scientist observing a rare specimen. "What language is that? Some kind of ancient spell?"

Ahmed's eye twitched even harder. "Yeah. It's a spell to make you disappear from my life."

Tima chuckled softly, clearly amused by his defiance. "Oh, darling, spells won't work on me. But don't worry—I'll take good care of you."

Ahmed groaned, burying his face in his hands. "Why does this keep happening to me?"

IV. System & Tima – The Ultimate Tag-Team of Ahmed's Suffering

Tima sauntered over to her throne, lounging casually as if she owned the universe—which, given her status as an elven leader, she probably did. She crossed her legs elegantly, her smirk widening as she addressed Ahmed.

"You should be grateful, you know," she said, her tone laced with sarcasm. "Instead of being a poor orphan, you now get to be a royal hostage."

Ahmed spat on the floor, his indignation reaching new heights. "ROYAL HOSTAGE?! HOW IS THAT BETTER?!"

[SYSTEM: It's called career advancement. Congratulations, Host! 🎉]

Ahmed's rage meter hit maximum capacity. His fists shook, his teeth ground together, and his entire body vibrated with barely contained fury.

Tima laughed, clearly entertained by his outburst. "You're quite feisty. I like that."

She leaned in closer, her golden eyes glinting with mischief. "Maybe I should keep you forever."

Ahmed froze, his brain short-circuiting at the implication. Forever? As in... FOREVER?!

[SYSTEM: ALERT! HOSTAGE SITUATION INTENSIFYING!]

Ahmed's brain entered emergency escape mode. He forced himself to calm down, adopting a neutral expression as he prepared to negotiate his way out of this mess.

"Okay, okay, let's be civil," he began, his voice steady despite the chaos swirling inside him. "You kidnapped me, fine. But let's talk business."

Tima raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his sudden shift in demeanor. "Go on."

Ahmed put on his best negotiation face, channeling every ounce of charisma he possessed. "How about... you let me go... and in return... I promise to never, ever, ever come back?"

Tima burst out laughing, her melodic laughter echoing through the chamber. Ahmed died inside, his carefully crafted plan crumbling before his very eyes.

"Oh, darling," Tima said, wiping away a tear of amusement. "That's adorable. But no."

Ahmed slumped forward, defeated. "Of course not."

V. The Ultimate Betrayal – System's New 'Fun' Idea

Just when Ahmed thought things couldn't get worse, the System decided to intervene—because apparently, tormenting him wasn't enough.

[SYSTEM: NEW MISSION ASSIGNED!]

[OBJECTIVE: CHARM THE ELVES FOR EXTRA POINTS!]

[WARNING: IF YOU FAIL, YOUR CUTENESS LEVEL WILL BE INCREASED AGAIN.]

Ahmed froze. His breathing stopped. His sanity crumbled.

"System... you wouldn't dare," he whispered, his voice trembling with dread.

[SYSTEM: WATCH ME.]

✨💖 POOF! 💖✨

Ahmed's hair became fluffier, his eyes sparkled brighter, and his entire being radiated an aura of irresistible adorability. The elves gasped in unison, their expressions shifting from curiosity to outright awe.

Tima's smirk disappeared, replaced by something akin to shock. She clutched her chest dramatically, her golden eyes wide with disbelief.

"She whispered. "This... this is dangerous."

The other elves nodded in agreement. "Truly. No mortal should possess this level of cuteness."

Ahmed's soul screamed in protest. "SYSTEM, WALLAHI, I WILL ERASE YOU—!!!"

[SYSTEM: MISSION START! LET THE CHARMING BEGIN! 😈]

VI. The Beginning of a New Nightmare

Ahmed tried everything to fight back.

He scowled.

He glared.

He attempted to look intimidating.

But thanks to his enhanced cuteness level, every effort only made him appear more endearing—as if he were an angry kitten pouting in protest.

Tima grinned wickedly, clearly delighted by his futile attempts. She reached out—and pinched his cheek.

Ahmed froze. His soul left his body for the third time that day.

Tima laughed, her voice ringing like bells. "Welcome to Ygra, little one. I think I'll keep you."

[SYSTEM: HOST'S ESCAPE CHANCES... 0%.]

Ahmed's world went dark.

VII. Reflections of a Reluctant Hostage

As the initial shock wore off, Ahmed found himself sitting cross-legged on the floor of his gilded prison, staring blankly at the wall. His mind replayed the events leading up to this moment—the kidnapping, the teasing, the relentless trolling by the System—and he couldn't help but wonder: why him?

Was it karma? Fate? Or simply bad luck? Whatever the reason, Ahmed knew one thing for certain: he wasn't going down without a fight.

Even if he couldn't escape physically, he vowed to resist emotionally. He refused to let Tima—or anyone else—break his spirit. Sure, they might have stolen his freedom, but they would never steal his dignity. At least, not completely.

Still, as he sat there plotting his next move, Ahmed couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning. The elves, for all their beauty and grace, were cunning and ruthless. If Clayra had been difficult to deal with, Tima promised to be ten times worse.

VIII. Preparing for Battle

Over the next few days, Ahmed observed the elves closely, studying their habits and routines. Though confined to his quarters, he managed to glean valuable information about the kingdom of Ygra—from its intricate politics to its bizarre customs.

One thing became abundantly clear: the elves thrived on aesthetics. Everything they did, from their architecture to their clothing, was designed to exude elegance and perfection. And thanks to the System's meddling, Ahmed had inadvertently become the epitome of both.

Every time he stepped outside his chambers, the elves reacted the same way—gasping, giggling, and launching themselves at him like moths drawn to a flame. Even Tima, who initially seemed immune to his charms, couldn't resist sneaking in a hug or two whenever she visited.

It was infuriating. Humiliating. And yet, strangely amusing.

Because deep down, Ahmed realized something important: he was stronger than this. Stronger than their teasing, their mocking, their endless attempts to reduce him to a living doll. No matter how many times they tried to break him, he would rise again—smarter, wiser, and more determined than ever.

IX. The First Step Toward Freedom

Late one evening, as the palace settled into quiet stillness, Ahmed devised a plan. Using scraps of paper and ink borrowed from a servant, he drafted a series of messages intended for Duchess Clayra. If he could somehow smuggle them out of the palace, perhaps she—or Liza—could stage a rescue mission.

Epilogue: The Future Looks Grim (For Ahmed, At Least)

And so, Ahmed found himself once again trapped in a new prison. Except this time, it wasn't a kingdom full of nobles. It was a kingdom full of elves.

And worst of all? They all wanted to keep him forever.

As he silently screamed into the void, the System laughed like a demon.

[SYSTEM: DON'T WORRY, HOST! THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING OF YOUR SUFFERING ADVENTURE! 😈]

Ahmed's eye twitched violently. And for the final time that day, he let out his legendary battle cry:

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—!!!"

But deep down, amidst the chaos and despair, Ahmed resolved to fight back. Because no matter how dire the situation, he knew one truth above all others:

This wasn't over. Not by a long shot.

End of Chapter