Bonus Chapter: The Demon King vs. The Italian Restaurant IncidentIt Started With a Simple Dinner Reservation.The Demon King, ruler of darkness, feared by nations, and master of destruction, had only one wish tonight.

  To eat a nice pte of spaghetti.

  That’s it.That’s all he wanted.A simple, rexing, completely normal meal.

  Which, of course, meant everything immediately went wrong.

  7:00 PM – Arrival at “La Pasta di Giovanni”The Demon King walked into the fanciest Italian restaurant in the city.

  A candlelit atmosphere.Soft violin music.Waiters dressed like they were auditioning for a mafia movie.

  He approached the hostess stand.

  “I have a reservation,” he said. “Table for one. Under ‘Demon King.’”

  The hostess blinked. “I’m sorry, sir. I don’t see that name in our system.”

  The Demon King’s eye twitched.

  “Check again.”

  She checked. Nothing.

  He folded his arms. “Impossible. I booked this table a week in advance.”

  The hostess gave an apologetic smile. “Sir, our system doesn’t allow names like ‘Demon King.’”

  “…What?”

  She sighed. “We thought it was a prank call and deleted it.”

  The Demon King went silent.

  7:05 PM – The Slow-Burn Rage BeginsThe Demon King took a deep breath.

  Then another.

  Then another.

  Then another.

  Then another—

  “Sir?” the hostess said nervously.

  He exhaled.

  “…Fine. Give me another table.”

  The hostess looked at the completely packed restaurant.

  “…That won’t be possible.”

  The Demon King’s eye twitched harder.

  7:10 PM – The Mafia Family Sits DownBefore the Demon King could blow up the building, a rge Italian mafia boss strolled in with his entourage.

  “Ah, Giovanni! My favorite restaurant! You always treat me so well!”

  The staff bowed.

  A table magically appeared for him.

  The Demon King watched in pure, unfiltered rage.

  7:15 PM – The Demon King’s (Completely Rational) ResponseThe Demon King sat in the waiting area.

  Staring.

  Not blinking.

  Not speaking.

  Just staring at the restaurant.

  Plotting.

  Calcuting.

  Revenge.

  7:30 PM – Phase 1: Subtle TerrorismWith a snap of his fingers, every pte of spaghetti in the restaurant instantly became soup.

  Customers screamed.Waiters panicked.Giovanni, the owner, fell to his knees. “Mamma mia! My pasta!”

  The Demon King smirked.

  Revenge had begun.

  7:35 PM – Phase 2: Mafia vs. MagicThe mafia boss stood up.

  “Who ruined my spaghetti?!” he roared.

  The Demon King slowly raised his hand.

  "I did."

  The entire restaurant went silent.

  The mafia boss cracked his knuckles. “You got guts, pal.”

  The Demon King smirked. “I also have unlimited magic.”

  Then he snapped his fingers again.

  Every gss of wine in the restaurant turned into expired milk.

  The screams doubled.

  7:40 PM – Phase 3: Pure ChaosGiovanni tried to restore order.

  “Please! The Demon King is our guest! Let’s just get him a table—”

  The mafia boss threw a breadstick at the Demon King’s head.

  …

  Silence.

  The Demon King slowly turned.

  “Did you just throw… a breadstick… at ME?”

  The mafia boss paled.

  “…Maybe?”

  BOOM.

  THE ENTIRE RESTAURANT EXPLODED.

  7:45 PM – The AftermathThe Italian restaurant was now a burning pile of rubble.

  The Demon King stood in the middle, holding a pte of perfectly cooked spaghetti—the only thing that survived.

  The mafia boss crawled out of the wreckage.

  “You… you monster…”

  The Demon King took a slow, satisfying bite of spaghetti.

  He chewed.

  He swallowed.

  Then he turned to the mafia boss.

  “It was worth it.”

  And with that, he teleported away.

  Epilogue: Banned For LifeThe next morning, the Demon King received a letter.

  “Dear Demon King,You are permanently banned from every Italian restaurant in the city.Sincerely, the Restaurant Association.”

  …

  The Demon King sighed.

  “…I regret nothing.”