One day, as I finalized my research of a century and became close to immortal (managing to break from the shackles of age itself), my mansion's roof exploded without me even being able to react to it.

As I looked up, I saw the clouds having parted and light cascading down in a spiral as if mimicking steps.

From the top, a man in a fancy black business suit walked down. He had quite the air of arrogance with his black hair waxed backwards and golden glasses as he reached me.

He introduced himself with a melodious voice as such: “Hello, mortal Lark from the human planet 1864573841. You can refer to me as “M” and I am an Angel Agent for the Hero Agency. I came here to recruit you as one of our heroes.”

The first thing I did was remain silent as, to be honest, I was quite surprised. I did live in a very remote place and I had not left that mansion for a very long time. To see someone new making such an entrance and without me being able to react even considering the realm I reached... It was very surprising.

He remained stoïc where he was and waited for me.

But I was not doing anything except preparing a bunch of defensive measures.

He got quite irritated as he spoke once again: “Mortal Lark from the human planet 1864573841. As I stated, I have come here to grant you the honor of becoming a hero affiliated to the Agency. Quickly express your agreement and bow towards this honor.”

I really had no idea what this being was or what he was talking about so, what I did, and looking back it might have been quite rash, was to create a giant compressed fireball with heat similar to a small sun and send it to his face. It all happened within seconds.

To my utmost surprise, he grabbed the fireball and blowed on it. That simple act completely dissipated it.

He seemed quite tired as he mumbled things in a language I never heard nor managed to comprehend before he appeared right before me and smacked me.

When I woke up, I was sitting in front of him again except he was writing on some paper using a golden quill. He was sitting behind a desk made of platinum colored wood. He barely looked up from the document as he asked me: “Mortal Lark from the human planet 1864573841, welcome to the Agency and congratulations on signing to become one of our heroes. Now that you are awake, a manager angel will come to pick you”

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Before I could process anything, the door opened and a beautiful female in a similar business suit and golden glasses entered. She bowed to the man then smiled at me and with a melodious voice, she said: “Mortal Lark from the human planet 1864573841, I am manager N, pleased to make your acquaintance, please follow me”

As I remained silent and seated, the man spoke up slightly irritated: “Follow her yourself or I will knock you out again”

I got up and followed her.

She had the perfect hourglass figure and her long curly blonde hair moved along with her hips as I followed her thorugh different hallways. We passed by many other men and woomen in business suits with all kinds of flawless beauties to themselves, whether men or women.

At some point, we entered a new room.

How she could differentiate this black door from the other black doors, I do not know but I simply followed in silence.

Having been kidnapped by the previous guy without being able to so much as resist while considering how strong I had become... Leaving humility aside, I was really confident in my power yet I could do nothing in front of that guy. And now I was in the middle of their headquarters? Or at least one of their locations?

As we entered the room, it seemed quite similar to the one that belonged to the previous man. The seats, the desk, the papers and the quills...Wait, no, the quills were silver here.

As I looked around some more, I could see some sofas and small tables as well as a library filled with a bunch of neatly arranged files and books.

The woman, N, motionned for me to take a seat as she went to sit behind the desk. I sat in front of her.

She was still smiling brightly as we remained silent for a few awkward minutes.

Then she chuckled as she tried to tease me: “Quite the silent type, I see”

I remained stoïc and silent. Regardless of her beauty and her words, I was not in the mood to joke around. She perceived it and it made her amused? I had so many questions...

N spoke to me: “Once more, I would like to welcome you, Sir Lark, to the Agency”

The Agency.

That's who they are and where we are. But what is it?

I asked her: “What is the Agency?”

She seemed surprised by my question as she answered by another: “Did M not explain it to you?”

Seeing my face that probably displayed my anger and frustration, she probably realized that he did not do whatever he was supposed to do. She began to grumble in that weird unknown language before she turned back to me smiling once more and began to explain:

“The Agency is an institution create by the Human God himself to provide help to Humans across realms. We, the angels, are responsible for receiving help calls from different human worlds and answering them by sending Human heroes over.”

“In order to do so, some of us are tasked to look through the different worlds in order to find Humans with special abilities and strength. The ones who have reached beyond and earned powers that are considered enough to be called “Human Heroes”. Then, through offering them some benefits, we enter a contractual relationship with them. They are like 'employees' that we dispatch to different 'employers' which are worlds in need of help”

“You, Sir Lark, are one such Human Hero. You have been selected by M and entered into a contract with us through him”