Chapter 1: The Spatula is Mightier Than the Sword
Akash's greatest enemy in life was an onion. Yes, you heard that right. As he sat in the kitchen of his small restaurant, "Akash's Flavors," chopping onions, he never imagined that this humble vegetable would be his last memory of Earth. Tears were streaming down his face from the sharp sting of the onion juice.
Suddenly, the floor tiles beneath his feet began to vibrate. A strange blue glowing circle—a Magic Circle—erupted on the floor. Before Akash could scream or even drop his knife, an invisible force sucked him downward like a cosmic vacuum cleaner.
"Aaaaaah! Mom, save me! I paid my taxes, I swear!" Akash yelled as he plummeted into darkness, eventually losing consciousness.
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When Akash finally opened his eyes, he realized he wasn't in his kitchen anymore. The air was thick with smoke, the smell of sulfur, and a nauseating stench of blood. He scrambled to his feet, trembling. In one hand, he still clutched his trusty iron spatula; in the other, the half-chopped onion. He was still wearing his white chef's apron, now stained with a bit of old tomato sauce.
"A human? What is a puny human doing here? Was he sent as a snack?"
A deep, gravelly voice sent a chill down Akash's spine. He slowly looked up and gasped. Standing before him was a massive Orc, nearly ten feet tall. Its skin was a sickly moss-green, tusks protruded from its lower jaw like a wild boar's, and it held a giant iron club that looked heavy enough to crush an elephant in one hit.
The monster roared, "Are you a mage from the enemy lines? I'll flatten you right now!"
Akash shook like a leaf, holding his spatula out like a shield. "No... no, big brother! Don't misunderstand! I was just... I was making Biryani! I don't know how I got here while chopping this onion! I'm not a mage, I'm just a cook!"
The Orc paused, confused. "Bir-ya-ni? Is that some kind of new lethal weapon? Are you here to incinerate me with your sorcery?"
At that exact moment, a Skeleton Warrior from behind lunged at Akash with a rusted sword. In a blind panic, Akash threw the half-chopped onion directly into the skeleton's empty eye socket.
The stinging juice hit the magical core of the skeleton's eyes. An unbelievable thing happened. The skeleton began to shriek, "Waaaaah! My eyes! The burn!" It dropped its sword and started rubbing its face frantically. Even though it had no eyes, the essence of the onion was making its soul cry!
The Orc stood there, jaw dropped. He had seen many battles, but he had never seen an onion take down an undead soldier. "What terrifying magic! Is that a poison bomb?" The