The Omnipotent System

The golden portal cracked through the night sky like a silent explosion, its brilliance quickly swallowed by the urban glow below. Four figures stepped out onto the rooftop of a towering skyscraper, the city sprawling beneath them—neon signs, flashing billboards, and the endless hum of human life.

Elamenor was the first to move. His eyes flickered as his senses expanded, stretching across the entire planet in an instant. It took him barely a second to process everything—language, culture, dress code, mannerisms. The people here were… normal. No other species. Just humans.

"Hmm." His expression remained neutral as he glanced at the others. "We're the only ones here that stand out."

Erren raised an eyebrow. "So?"

Elamenor gave her a look. "So… we need to blend in." He turned to Arianna, eyeing her hair. "You have to pick—black or blonde. This world is full of normal humans. If there are others like us, they're rare. We can't be running around looking like gods."

Before he could even finish, Arianna's hair darkened into a deep, silky black, her golden eyes glowing subtly under the city lights. She smiled. "This is okay, right?"

Elamenor sighed. "Yeah. That works."

With a flick of his fingers, his own vibrant hair dulled into a natural dark brown, and Erren followed suit, matching her brother. Jameson, being human, just smirked. "Guess I don't have to change, huh?"

"Your attitude needs a little work," Erren muttered, rolling her eyes.

"Rude," Jameson grinned.

A quick shift in attire—long coats, hoodies, jeans, and sneakers—and just like that, they were no longer celestial beings from an incomprehensible realm. They were four young adults standing on a rooftop in the middle of a city, looking like they belonged.

Jameson stretched. "Alright. We're ready." His gaze flicked to Arianna. "Now let's go find your brother—and mine."

Before he could even take a step, Arianna was already moving. She hopped onto the rooftop ledge, arms spread slightly for balance, then turned back with a wild grin. "What are you guys waiting for?"

Jameson groaned. "She's really something, huh?"

Erren chuckled. "Yeah. She is."

And with that, they followed, leaping into the night, the city stretching out before them.

The city was alive.

Flashing billboards lit up the night sky, their neon colors reflecting off the glass windows of towering skyscrapers. The streets below were packed—cars honking, people walking in every direction, the distant hum of conversation blending with the rhythm of urban life.

And right in the middle of it all, Arianna stood frozen on the sidewalk, eyes wide with wonder.

"What is that?!" she blurted out, pointing at a passing car.

Jameson blinked. "A… car?"

Arianna immediately turned to him, her expression deadly serious. "It moves without horses."

Jameson sighed. "Yeah, that's kind of the point."

Arianna didn't even hear him. She was already off, weaving through the crowd toward the street, completely fascinated.

Elamenor, ever calm, reached out and casually grabbed the back of her hoodie before she could step into traffic. A car zoomed past, honking loudly.

"Hey!" Arianna spun around, frowning. "Why did it scream at me?"

Elamenor sighed. "That's a horn. It means 'get out of the way.'"

Arianna blinked, then turned back to the cars, watching as red and green lights blinked above the street. Her head tilted. "And those?"

"Traffic lights," Erren answered, arms crossed. "They tell people when to go and stop."

Arianna gasped. "They obey lights?"

Jameson smirked. "Yeah, humans are weird like that."

Arianna looked like her entire worldview had just been flipped upside down. But before anyone could say anything else, her attention snapped to something new—a massive screen on the side of a building playing a flashy commercial.

She gasped again. "There's a person in there!"

Erren covered her mouth, trying not to laugh.

Jameson shook his head. "That's just a video. A recording."

But Arianna was already distracted by something else. A man walked past, holding a smartphone, scrolling through it lazily.

"What's that?"

"A phone," Elamenor said.

"What does it do?"

Jameson smirked. "Everything."

Arianna turned back to him, her golden eyes practically glowing. "I need one."

Jameson chuckled. "Relax. We'll get you one." Continue reading at My Virtual Library Empire

Arianna's eyes narrowed in determination. "Now."

Erren finally burst out laughing. "You are way too into this."

Arianna pouted. "This world is amazing!"

Elamenor let out a slow breath, rubbing his temples. "This is going to be a long night…"

Jameson grinned, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Yeah. And we haven't even gotten to the fun part yet."

The four of them kept walking, blending seamlessly into the crowd.

The city stretched out before them—loud, bright, chaotic.

And for Arianna, it was the best adventure yet.

Grand Crown Hotel.

The entrance alone screamed wealth—towering glass doors, golden chandeliers glowing softly inside, and uniformed staff moving with precision. The scent of luxury filled the air, a mix of polished marble, fresh flowers, and something expensive that had no name.

Adams stepped out of the sleek black car, adjusting the cuffs of his tailored suit. Midnight-black, perfectly fitted. He looked like he owned the place.

Jack, for once, was on his best behavior. No loud remarks, no unnecessary movements—just quiet, following a step behind Adams like a shadow.

But not too quiet.

He leaned in slightly. "Those brats are here." His voice was low, almost amused.

Adams didn't even blink. "I know."

Jack raised an eyebrow. "You don't care?"

"They're having fun," Adams said simply. "When they're done, they'll go home."

Jack exhaled, shaking his head. "And how exactly would they know the way home here?"

Adams finally glanced at him, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I showed Elamenor."

Jack blinked. Then let out a small chuckle. "Of course, you did."

By then, they had reached the entrance.

The automatic doors slid open with a soft whoosh, revealing a grand lobby—polished floors so reflective they looked like mirrors, a massive chandelier dripping with crystals, and walls lined with sleek, modern art.

The receptionist, a young woman in a sharp navy-blue uniform, looked up from her desk.

Adams approached with smooth, unhurried steps.

"I'm here to see Mr. Alistair." His voice was calm, commanding.

The receptionist blinked, flustered for just a second before regaining her composure. "Of course, sir. One moment."

As she made the call, Jack took a step back, glancing around the hotel.

He let out a low whistle. "Fancy place."