The Spaghetti Uprising..

Kaelen had just finished dealing with the Great Bread War.

He was tired.

He was mentally exhausted.

He just wanted one normal day.

Instead, he woke up to a royal guard screaming:

"YOUR MAJESTY, THE SPAGHETTI HAS REVOLTED!"

Kaelen groaned and buried his face in his pillow.

"…Why is this my life?"

Step One: Understanding the Situation

Five minutes later, Kaelen sat in the royal war room, staring at a map covered in red sauce stains.

The commander of the palace guard, a very serious knight named Sir Reginald, pointed at the map.

"The spaghetti army has taken control of the Eastern Farmlands, Your Majesty," he said grimly. "They've built fortresses out of meatballs and are using lasagna barricades to block our forces."

Lyria snorted. "This is so dumb, I love it."

Thorne rubbed his temples. "Of course it's happening again."

Umbra, sipping tea in the corner, muttered, "I told you cursed spaghetti was next."

Kaelen sighed. "Alright. How did this even happen?"

Reginald hesitated. "…A royal chef was trying to create the ultimate pasta and accidentally infused it with godly energy."

Kaelen groaned. "Why does this keep happening?"

Reginald coughed awkwardly. "It seems… your magic keeps leaking into food."

Kaelen stared at the ceiling.

Then he stood up.

"Alright. We're stopping this before it gets out of control."

Lyria grinned. "You mean, more out of control?"

Kaelen glowed with power. "I don't want to talk about it."

Step Two: The Battle Begins

The Eastern Farmlands were under siege.

Huge spaghetti tentacles writhed through the fields, grabbing unlucky soldiers and flinging them into the air.

Giant rolling meatballs crushed carts and buildings.

And at the center of it all stood The Pasta Emperor—a massive towering spaghetti monster with glowing marinara eyes.

He raised his fork-shaped staff and bellowed:

"THE AGE OF MAN ENDS! THE ERA OF PASTA BEGINS!"

Kaelen floated into the sky, divine energy crackling around him.

"NO. IT DOESN'T."

The battlefield exploded into chaos.

Step Three: Fighting a Literal Spaghetti Monster

The spaghetti army charged.

Fettuccine warriors swung noodle whips.

Ravioli assassins leapt from the shadows.

Linguine archers fired boiling-hot sauce arrows.

Kaelen blasted them aside with a wave of his hand.

Lyria dodged a lasagna shield-bash and sent a fireball straight into a meatball catapult.

Thorne swung his sword, slicing through spaghetti warriors, muttering, "I hate that this is actually a challenge."

Umbra, floating dramatically, summoned a tornado of dark magic—only for a flying spaghetti tentacle to slap him mid-chant.

Umbra crashed into the dirt.

Lyria pointed and laughed. "OH MY GOD, YOU JUST GOT NOODLED."

Umbra groaned. "I will burn this entire field."

Kaelen dove toward The Pasta Emperor, dodging lasagna shurikens.

The massive spaghetti monster roared.

"YOU CANNOT STOP PASTA DESTINY!"

Kaelen smirked.

"Wanna bet?"

Step Four: The Most Over-the-Top Fight Ever

The sky darkened as The Pasta Emperor summoned a storm of boiling tomato sauce.

Kaelen snapped his fingers—and the storm froze midair, turning into solid frozen spaghetti strands that rained down like divine noodles.

The Pasta Emperor lashed out with a whipping spaghetti tentacle.

Kaelen caught it with his bare hand—then ripped it apart with pure energy.

The Pasta Emperor screamed.

Kaelen dashed forward, punching straight through the spaghetti monster's body, sending ripples of divine energy through it.

The entire battlefield shook.

The Pasta Emperor staggered.

"NOOOO! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!"

Kaelen raised a single hand.

Then, in a booming, godly voice, he declared:

"BEGONE, NOODLE."

He snapped his fingers—and in an instant, The Pasta Emperor shrunk down into a normal-sized bowl of spaghetti.

The entire spaghetti army collapsed, turning back into normal, non-sentient pasta.

The battlefield fell silent.

Then Lyria clutched her stomach and burst out laughing.

"Oh my god. I CAN'T. I CAN'T BREATHE. HE JUST UNO REVERSED A SPAGHETTI GOD."

Thorne sheathed his sword. "Can we please go one week without a food uprising?"

Umbra, lying on the ground, groaned. "I hate everything."

Kaelen, floating above them, took a deep breath.

"…If I ever hear the words 'cursed pasta' again, I'm leaving this planet."

Step Five: The Aftermath

Back in the castle, Kaelen sat on his throne, rubbing his temples.

The royal chefs stood before him, terrified.

Kaelen sighed. "Alright. New rule. No one is allowed to cook anything with magic anymore."

The head chef gulped. "Understood, Your Majesty."

Lyria nudged Kaelen. "You know this isn't over, right?"

Kaelen groaned. "What now?"

A guard ran into the throne room, panting.

"YOUR MAJESTY! THE SUSHI HAS STARTED MOVING!"

Kaelen just stood up and walked away.

"Nope. I'm done."

Thorne sighed. "Should we… should we stop him?"

Lyria grinned. "Nah. Let's see how far he gets before the next food-based catastrophe."

Umbra, still recovering from the spaghetti slap, muttered, "Next time, I swear, it'll be enchanted donuts."

Lyria smirked.

"…Honestly? I can't wait."

TO BE CONTINUED…?