The Omnipotent System

The streets were alive with movement. Neon lights flickered across glass skyscrapers, casting reflections that danced across the pavement. People rushed past, lost in their own worlds—some talking on phones, others laughing with friends, and a few just trying to get through the day.

Amidst the chaos, two figures strolled down the sidewalk.

Jack, a wide grin on his face, was poking at his brand-new phone like a confused child. He held it awkwardly, his fingers pressing random buttons as he muttered under his breath.

"How do humans even use this thing?" he grumbled, turning the screen upside down. "It's so small! And why does it keep vibrating?"

Adams, walking beside him with his hands in his pockets, chuckled. "That's called a notification. It means someone's trying to contact you."

Jack frowned, his tail twitching slightly—if it weren't hidden, that is. "Contact me? Like telepathy?"

Adams shook his head. "No. Messages, calls, social media. People here don't communicate with their minds." Read exclusive adventures at My Virtual Library Empire

Jack let out an exaggerated sigh. "Humans really make everything difficult."

He pressed another button, and suddenly, loud music blasted from the phone's speakers. A mix of heavy bass and autotuned vocals filled the air, making a few pedestrians glance their way. Jack's ears twitched, his face scrunching up in confusion.

"What the hell is that?!"

Adams smirked. "Music."

Jack tilted his head, listening for a moment before shaking his head. "Sounds weird. Where's the battle drums? The war chants? The soul-stirring melodies of a warrior's final stand?"

Adams laughed. "Yeah, you're definitely not ready for modern pop music."

Jack sighed dramatically, still fumbling with the phone as they walked. "Humans are strange. But I guess it's kinda fun."

Adams just smiled, breathing in the city air. The noise, the lights, the people—it was all so familiar. So normal. And after everything, normal felt good.

He was back.

The city buzzed with life, the hum of engines mixing with the chatter of pedestrians. Streetlights flickered, neon signs pulsed, and the cool night air carried the faint scent of rain.

Adams strolled forward, hands still tucked in his pockets, his steps unhurried. Jack trailed beside him, still pressing random buttons on his phone, muttering curses every time the screen did something unexpected.

Then, Adams' gaze locked onto something in the distance—a massive skyscraper under construction. Towering cranes stretched toward the sky, their steel arms illuminated by floodlights. Scaffolding wrapped around the unfinished structure like a metal skeleton, and workers moved about, some directing machinery, others taking a break near makeshift tents.

Adams smiled.

"What's up?" Jack asked, finally tearing his eyes away from the cursed device in his hands.

Adams didn't answer, just changed course, heading straight for the construction site.

Jack raised an eyebrow but followed. "Oookay. Guess we're doing this now."

As they approached, Adams spotted a middle-aged man wearing a hard hat, clipboard in hand, barking orders at a group of workers. The contractor.

Adams walked up to him, his expression casual. "Excuse me."

The man turned, glancing at Adams before his eyes flicked to Jack, who was now busy poking at his phone again.

"Yeah?" the contractor said, eyes narrowing slightly.

Adams nodded toward the skyscraper. "What's going on here?"

The contractor sighed, rubbing his forehead. "The last company that owned this place went bankrupt. Now they're trying to sell it off, so we're handling some reconstruction while they figure things out."

Adams hummed in understanding, even though he already knew all of this. Still, he had to play the part.

"Think I could talk to the owner?" he asked with a polite smile.

The contractor raised an eyebrow, then gave Adams a once-over. His gaze lingered, as if trying to place him. Young guy, dressed casually, but there was something about him… He had that calm confidence, the kind that either belonged to a fool or someone ridiculously powerful.

The contractor's lips twitched in amusement. "What, you some rich kid looking to buy?"

Adams chuckled. "Something like that."

Jack, still focused on his phone, muttered, "He's got enough money to buy this whole block, probably."

The contractor's eyes narrowed slightly. He'd met all sorts of people in this business—old money, new money, arrogant brats playing investor. But this guy… There was something different about him.

Still, business was business.

"Alright," the contractor said, adjusting his hard hat. "I'll make a call."

Adams smiled, his gaze lingering on the skyscraper for a moment.

The contractor pulled out his phone, tapping the screen with a rough, calloused finger. The device rang a few times before a voice finally answered on the other end.

Adams waited, calm as ever, hands still tucked in his pockets. Jack, meanwhile, had somehow managed to set his phone's screen to maximum brightness and was now squinting at it like it had personally offended him.

The contractor cleared his throat. "Yeah, boss, it's me. Got someone here asking about the building. Young guy, looks serious. Says he wants to talk."

A pause. The voice on the other end spoke, too muffled for Adams to hear, but he caught the shift in the contractor's expression—mild surprise, maybe even curiosity.

"Yeah, he's still here," the contractor said, glancing at Adams again. "Wants to speak with you directly."

Another pause. Then, with a nod, the contractor extended the phone toward Adams. "Here. He'll talk to you."

Adams took the phone with an easy smile, bringing it to his ear. "This is Adams."

The voice on the other end was deep, steady. "I hear you're interested in my building."

Adams turned his gaze toward the skyscraper, eyes reflecting the glow of the floodlights. "I am. Thought we could talk."

The owner chuckled. "Not many people just show up at a construction site asking for me. You must be either very bold… or very rich."

Adams' smile didn't falter. "Maybe both."

The owner was silent for a moment, then exhaled through his nose. "Alright. You sound interesting. Meet me at this address in an hour."

Adams glanced at Jack, who was now shaking his phone like that would make it work better. He looked back at the contractor, then at the unfinished skyscraper.

"Got it," Adams said.

The owner hung up.

Adams handed the phone back to the contractor, who took it with a bemused expression. "Well?"

Adams stretched slightly, the city lights catching in his eyes. "Looks like I have a meeting to get to."

Jack finally gave up on his phone, shoving it into his pocket with a huff. "Great. Can we eat first? I swear, this place has more restaurants than warriors, and I wanna try something weird."

Adams chuckled. "Yeah, we can eat first."

Jack grinned. "Good. And after that, we go meet your new business friend. Wonder what kinda guy he is?"

Adams glanced up at the skyscraper one more time before turning away.

"We'll find out soon enough."