Ahmed Grabs Snacks While Momma Clayra Destroys Nations

I. The Art of Spectating (While Your Clowns Kidnappers Die Horribly)

🔥 BOOM! CRASH! SCREAMS OF DESPAIR! 🔥

The once-majestic Elven Palace was now a warzone. Armored knights rampaged through the halls, their weapons clashing against elven magic. Magical explosions lit up the sky like fireworks on steroids. Elven guards flew like ragdolls, crashing into walls and furniture with bone-crunching force. And in the middle of this carnage?

Ahmed.

Sitting comfortably on a royal cushion. Legs crossed like a rich young master. Holding a golden bowl of snacks. His expression? Pure relaxation.

CRACK!

He casually popped a roasted nut into his mouth, chewing slowly as if he were watching a movie rather than witnessing mass destruction.

[SYSTEM: ALERT! Host is suspiciously enjoying himself too much! Initiating Suffering Mode in 3...2...1...]

Ahmed narrowed his eyes, glaring at the ceiling. "Wallahi, System, let me enjoy this."

[SYSTEM: Nope. 😘]

Ahmed sighed dramatically, slumping back against his cushion. "Of course not. Because why would you ever let me have peace?"

He leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on one hand as another section of the palace collapsed under Clayra's wrath. A nearby column shattered, sending shards of marble flying in all directions. Ahmed didn't even flinch.

"Honestly, though," he muttered, reaching for another snack, "this is peak entertainment. Better than Netflix. Better than HBO. Better than anything Disney+ could dream of."

[SYSTEM: DETECTING ENJOYMENT LEVELS RISING. INCREASING PUNISHMENT PROBABILITY.]

"System," Ahmed said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "if you're going to punish me for enjoying myself, then maybe you should reconsider how boring my life has been up until now."

As if on cue, a nearby elf guard screamed in terror as Clayra teleported behind him, her elegant hand glowing with magical energy. With a flick of her wrist, she sent him crashing into a wall. The sound echoed through the hallways like thunder.

Ahmed clapped slowly, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Bravo, Momma. Truly, you're an artist."

II. Momma Clayra vs. The Entire Elven Kingdom

💀 SCENE: PURE SLAUGHTER. 💀

Clayra walked through the palace halls, every step sounding like a death toll. Her elegant dress swayed gracefully, untouched by the chaos around her. Her golden hair shimmered under the flickering light of magical flames. Her crimson eyes glowed with righteous fury, promising devastation to anyone foolish enough to stand in her way.

A random elf general stepped forward, brandishing his sword. "Y-You have no authority here! We demand that you—GAAAH!"

CRACK!

With a graceful slap, Clayra sent him flying through ten walls.

💥 BOOM! 💥

Dust settled. Silence fell.

The other elves trembled, their confidence crumbling beneath Clayra's overwhelming aura. "M-Monster...!" one of them whispered, his voice trembling with fear.

Clayra tilted her head slightly, her smile sweet yet menacing. "Monster?"

She chuckled softly, her voice laced with mockery. "Oh, dear..."

🔥 Her aura EXPLODED. 🔥

"I'm just a concerned mother."

One brave—or stupid—elf stepped forward, clutching his weapon tightly. "Your son isn't even worth this destruction! Why are you doing this?!"

Clayra raised an eyebrow, her calm demeanor masking the storm brewing within. "Worth it? My little Ahmed? Worth it? Let me explain something to you."

Her voice dropped to a deadly whisper, each word sharp enough to cut steel. "If anyone so much as looks at my child funny, they will face consequences. If anyone kidnaps my child, they will face annihilation. And if anyone tries to use my child as leverage..."

She paused, letting the silence stretch, savoring the growing panic in the elf's eyes.

"...Then they will wish they were never born."

The elf backed away, sweat pouring down his face. "B-But he's just a boy! What makes him so special?!"

Clayra's smile widened, her crimson eyes gleaming with pride. "Because he's mine. That's all the reason I need."

Behind her, Ahmed facepalmed, shaking his head in exasperation. "Momma, please don't start psychoanalyzing them. They'll die of embarrassment before you kill them."

Clayra glanced over her shoulder, her tone playful yet firm. "Ahmed, stay out of this. You're supposed to be relaxing."

Ahmed rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "Relaxing is hard when you keep interrupting my snack time."

III. Ahmed Being an Absolute Menace (While Eating Like a King)

💥 EXPLOSIONS. MORE SCREAMS. A FIRE IN THE DISTANCE.

Ahmed yawned, stretching lazily as he surveyed the battlefield. He looked down at his golden snack bowl, frowning slightly. "Tch. Almost out of snacks."

Casually, he waved at a terrified elf maid who was cowering nearby. "Oi, miss, bring me more popcorn."

The elf maid stared in horror, her wide eyes darting between Ahmed and the chaos unfolding around them. "W-Who even are you?!"

Ahmed smirked, leaning back on his cushion. "The prince of suffering. Now hurry up."

The maid nodded frantically and ran for her life, nearly tripping over her own feet in her haste to obey.

Meanwhile, the System was absolutely losing its mind.

[SYSTEM: HOST, STOP RELAXING! WHERE'S YOUR SURVIVAL INSTINCT?!]

Ahmed waved dismissively, completely unfazed. "System, shut up. Look at this masterpiece."

[SYSTEM: WHAT MASTERPIECE?! THIS IS A BLOODBATH!]

Ahmed pointed at the battle unfolding before him, his tone eerily calm. "No, no. Look at the cinematography. The lighting. The suspense."

[SYSTEM: YOU'RE TALKING LIKE THIS IS A NETFLIX SHOW—]

"IT IS A SHOW, AND I'M THE VIP SEAT OWNER!"

Just then, a group of elite elf warriors appeared, swords drawn and faces grim. Their leader stepped forward, his voice booming with authority. "We've had enough of this nonsense! Surrender now, human woman, or face our full force!"

Ahmed perked up, his interest piqued. "Ooh, this might actually get interesting."

Clayra turned toward them, her calm demeanor masking the storm brewing within. "Full force, you say?"

The elf warrior grinned confidently, clearly underestimating his opponent. "Yes. Our magic is unmatched. No mere mortal can stand against us."

Clayra tilted her head slightly, her smile widening into something truly terrifying. "Unmatched, huh?"

In one fluid motion, she raised her hand. A massive wave of energy surged forward, obliterating everything in its path. When the dust cleared, the elite warriors lay scattered across the floor, unconscious but alive.

Ahmed whistled appreciatively, nodding in approval. "Damn, Momma. You didn't even break a sweat."

Clayra smiled serenely, brushing imaginary dust off her gown. "It's called efficiency, dear."

IV. New Characters Enter the Fray

As the battle raged on, two new figures emerged from the shadows, their presence commanding immediate attention.

The first was a tall, imposing elf clad in silver armor, his piercing blue eyes radiating authority. He strode forward confidently, his every movement exuding power.

"My lady," he said, bowing deeply to Clayra. "I am Thalor, Captain of the Royal Guard. I must insist that you cease this madness immediately."

Clayra arched an eyebrow, her tone dripping with mockery. "Madness? Oh, darling, this isn't madness. This is justice."

Thalor frowned, clearly unimpressed by her response. "Justice? For what crime has your 'son' committed that warrants such devastation?"

Ahmed, still munching on snacks, interjected without missing a beat. "Crime? I haven't done anything wrong except exist. Which, apparently, is a problem for some people."

Thalor ignored him, focusing solely on Clayra. "Regardless, this level of violence is unacceptable. We will not tolerate it."

Clayra's smile faltered for the first time since entering the palace. Her crimson eyes darkened, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Unacceptable? Tell me, Captain, do you know what happens when someone takes something precious away from me?"

Before Thalor could respond, a second figure appeared—a mysterious cloaked individual who radiated an aura of ancient power.

"I believe I can answer that question," the figure said, stepping into the light.

Ahmed choked on his snack, coughing violently as he stared at the newcomer. "What the hell?! Who invited you?!"

The figure chuckled softly, raising a gloved hand in a placating gesture. "Relax, Ahmed. I'm here to mediate, not fight."

Clayra narrowed her eyes, her body tensing visibly. "Mediate? Mediation ended the moment they kidnapped my child."

The cloaked figure held up a hand, his voice calm yet firm. "Not so fast. Perhaps there's a way to resolve this without further bloodshed."

Ahmed groaned loudly, throwing his hands in the air. "Great. Now we're negotiating. Can't someone just finish this already?"

V. System's Final Act of Betrayal

💥 THE BIG FINAL BATTLE APPROACHES! 💥

Clayra finally reached the Elven Queen's Throne Room.

The tension? Unmatched.

The stakes? High.

The action? About to peak.

And Ahmed?

Reclining even further. His snacks were fully stocked. He even got himself a royal footrest.

"Alright, let's see what Momma can do—"

[SYSTEM: ERROR! ERROR! ERROR!]

[SYSTEM: HOST ENJOYMENT DETECTED! IMMEDIATE INTERVENTION NEEDED!]

Ahmed froze, his gut screaming at him. "System, don't you dare—"

[SYSTEM: MISSION ACTIVATED! ENTER THE BATTLE OR LOSE 100,000 POINTS!]

"YOU MALWARE TRASH!"

✨ POOF! ✨

Before Ahmed could react, his chair disappeared. His snacks vanished. And his tiny, adorable body was suddenly standing... RIGHT IN FRONT OF MOMMA CLAYRA.

The entire battle stopped. Everyone stared. Silence. Pure silence.

Clayra turned, tilting her head slightly. "Ahmed? What are you doing here?"

Ahmed's soul left his body. He looked at the System notifications. He looked at the warriors. He looked at his own tiny hands.

Then, with pure, raw emotion, he screamed: "SYSTEM, WALLAHI I'M GONNA DELETE YOU WITH A SPOON!!!"

VI. Negotiations Turn Sour

The cloaked figure stepped forward, attempting to salvage the situation. "Perhaps we can reach a compromise. Release the boy, and we'll call off the attack."

Clayra folded her arms, her expression unreadable. "Compromise? After everything they've done? No. They took my child. They deserve punishment."

Thalor intervened, his voice steady despite the palpable tension in the air. "Punishment, yes. But genocide? That's excessive."

Ahmed, still seething from being dragged into the battle, chimed in sarcastically. "Can we skip the speeches and move straight to the part where everyone apologizes to me?"

The Elven Queen, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke up. Her voice was cold, her gaze icy. "Enough! This human child is not worth the destruction of my kingdom!"

Clayra's gaze hardened, her crimson eyes blazing with fury. "Not worth it? Not worth it?! Do you even realize who you're talking about?"

Ahmed sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Momma, please. They're not worth it. Just take me home."

Clayra hesitated, her anger warring with her maternal instincts. For a moment, the room held its breath. Then, she relaxed slightly, her shoulders sagging ever so subtly. "Fine. But mark my words, elves. If you ever cross me again, there won't be a throne room left to destroy."

VII. The Aftermath

Back in Polariga, Ahmed collapsed onto his bed, utterly exhausted. Clayra sat beside him, stroking his hair affectionately.

"Are you okay, my little one?" she asked softly, her voice filled with concern.

Ahmed groaned, burying his face in his pillow. "Define 'okay.' Physically, I'm fine. Mentally? Broken. Spiritually? Crushed."

Clayra chuckled softly, her touch gentle and soothing. "You handled yourself well today, Ahmed. I'm proud of you."

Ahmed blinked, momentarily stunned. "Wait... really?"

She nodded, her smile warm and genuine. "Yes. Even though you spent most of the time eating snacks, you kept your cool. That takes strength."

Ahmed smiled faintly, feeling a flicker of pride amidst the exhaustion. "Thanks, Momma. But next time, can you handle things without dragging me into it?"

Clayra grinned mischievously, patting his head. "No promises."

As they talked, the System reappeared with a flourish.

[SYSTEM: CONGRATULATIONS, HOST! YOU HAVE SURVIVED ANOTHER EPIC ADVENTURE! REWARD: +50,000 POINTS!]

Ahmed buried his face in his pillow, groaning loudly. "Why does this always happen to me?"

[SYSTEM: BECAUSE IT'S FUNNY. 🤭]

Ahmed sighed, his voice muffled by the pillow. "Of course it is."

Epilogue: The Cycle Continues

And thus, Ahmed's journey into chaos continued. Whether it was escaping kidnappers, battling systems, or enduring Momma Clayra's wrath, one thing was certain—he would never run out of stories to tell.

At least, that's what he told himself as he prepared for whatever nightmare awaited him next.

End of Chapter