The Omnipotent System

The bell above the door chimed softly as Naomi pushed her way into the small eatery, the scent of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling breakfast food washing over her. She exhaled sharply, her breath slightly uneven from the rush.

The place had a cozy, vintage feel—wooden floors, warm lighting, and the low hum of quiet conversations filling the air. A few patrons were scattered around, some hunched over their meals, others lost in their morning routines.

Naomi's eyes darted around, scanning the booths. Then she saw them.

A man and a woman sat near the window, both dressed in crisp corporate attire. The man wore a neatly pressed suit, his tie perfectly knotted, his posture straight but not stiff. The woman had on a sleek white blouse with a navy blazer draped over her shoulders, her fingers lightly tapping against the table as she checked her watch.

They were waiting.

For her.

Naomi inhaled deeply, pressing her lips together before letting out a slow breath. Then, straightening her sweater and smoothing back a few stray strands of hair, she stepped forward.

Each step felt heavier than the last, the sound of her shoes against the wooden floor oddly loud in her ears. But she kept her head high, her expression composed, even as her heart pounded a little faster.

As she reached the table, the woman looked up first. Her sharp, dark eyes took Naomi in with a glance, a flicker of recognition crossing her face before she offered a small, polite smile. The man followed a second later, his gaze unreadable but assessing.

"Naomi Tanaka?" the woman asked, her voice smooth, professional.

Naomi nodded, forcing a calm smile. "Yes. Thank you for meeting me."

The man gestured toward the empty seat across from them. "Please, have a seat."

Naomi slid into the chair, fingers instinctively tightening around her bag as she placed it beside her. The warmth of the room contrasted with the slight chill on her skin from rushing through the morning air.

For a brief moment, no one spoke.

Outside, the city continued its restless movement—cars rolling past, people hurrying by, the faint murmur of life filtering through the glass windows. But inside, at this small wooden table, time seemed to slow just a little.

Then, the woman leaned forward slightly, lacing her fingers together.

"So," she said, tilting her head. "Let's talk about your proposal."

Naomi met her gaze, her grip on her lap tightening just for a second before she nodded.

"Let's."

Elsewhere…

Jack stepped out of a swirling portal and into a scene unlike anything he had ever witnessed before. Bright, colorful banners stretched across the streets, and a sea of people bustled about, dressed in the most bizarre outfits. Some wore flowing capes, others had strange masks, and a few carried massive weapons that looked far too unrealistic to be real.

Jack tilted his head, ears twitching as he took it all in. "What… the hell is this?" he muttered, eyes narrowing in confusion.

He strolled forward, hands tucked into the pockets of his long coat, glancing around at the humans chattering excitedly, striking poses, and taking pictures. Every few steps, someone would shout the name of a character and run toward another, asking for a photo.

Then, he saw something that made him pause. A group of humans dressed as gods.

His eyes flickered with amusement. Over there, someone was dressed as Odin, complete with a fake beard and a staff. Another wore Zeus's classic toga, throwing fake lightning bolts at his friend, who was dressed as Hades. There was even someone who looked like Thor—well, a Thor, since Jack had seen the real one passed out drunk not too long ago.

A smirk stretched across his face. "So, they're pretending to be people they aren't," he mused, chuckling. "Weird tradition, but kinda funny."

Just as he was about to move on, something caught his eye.

A man stood near one of the booths, casually talking to a group of people. He had wild golden hair, a headband with a familiar symbol, and a long staff slung across his shoulders. His outfit was unmistakable—red and gold robes, cloud patterns on the sleeves, and golden bracers wrapped around his wrists.

Jack's smirk disappeared. His eyes narrowed.

"...Is that supposed to be me?"

He walked closer, eyeing the man up and down. The resemblance was there—at least, as much as a human could manage. The guy had the attitude too, standing with an air of confidence, grinning as he spun the staff effortlessly in one hand while explaining something to his friends.

Jack crossed his arms. "Huh. Not bad."

The fake Monkey King turned slightly and noticed Jack staring. Their eyes met.

For a split second, the guy hesitated, looking Jack up and down as if something about him felt off. Then, he grinned. "Hey, nice outfit, man! Sun Wukong too? Looks sick!"

Jack blinked. Then, for the first time since arriving, he laughed—loud, boisterous, the kind that made people turn their heads. He slapped his knee, shaking his head.

"Sun Wukong, huh?" Jack said, his grin returning. "Oh, this is gonna be fun."

Jack's grin didn't fade as he tilted his head slightly, watching the man in front of him.

"So… who's this Sun Wukong you're talking about?" he asked, voice dripping with amusement.

The guy raised a brow. "You serious?" He looked Jack up and down again. "Dude, you look almost exactly like him. Well—minus the fur and the tail. But you've got the aura, the confidence, and the color scheme—though I gotta say, you went for a more modern twist, which is a first." Continue reading stories on My Virtual Library Empire

Jack just stared at him, expression unreadable. His eyes held that look. The kind that made it clear he knew exactly who Sun Wukong was but wasn't interested in playing along.

The guy caught on instantly, straightening up. "Oh. You're actually asking."

Jack said nothing, just smirked.

Clearing his throat, the guy's excitement kicked in as he shifted into storyteller mode. "Alright, listen up! Sun Wukong—the Monkey King. The Great Sage, Equal to Heaven. Born from a stone, trained in martial arts, learned all kinds of crazy abilities, and absolutely wrecked the celestial realm."

Jack's smirk twitched slightly. "Wrecked, huh?"

"Oh yeah," the guy continued, now fully invested. "Dude stole peaches of immortality, drank heavenly wine, ate alchemical pills like they were candy. Became immortal, like, five different ways. He fought entire armies of gods and demons, alone, and made them look like amateurs. The Jade Emperor had to beg the Buddha himself to step in."

Jack let out a low chuckle. "Sounds fun."

"Fun? Bro, it was legendary! But that's not even the end of it. After getting sealed under a mountain for five hundred years, he ended up going on this massive journey with a monk, protecting him from all kinds of crazy threats—demons, spirits, gods—you name it. And despite being kinda chaotic, he actually grows. Becomes wiser. Stronger. A true legend."

The guy's eyes were practically shining as he spoke, hands moving dramatically with every word. He clearly loved this story.

Jack just watched him, arms still crossed, head tilted slightly. Then, after a long pause, he exhaled through his nose, amused. "Heh."

The guy blinked. "...What?"

Jack turned away, glancing at the festival crowd. "So he's a troublemaker. But a good one."

The guy grinned. "The best."

Jack's smirk widened as he rolled his shoulders. "I think I like him."

Then, without another word, he turned and walked into the crowd, his laughter trailing behind him.