Chapter 3: Page 3

So today I just met the one and only Archangel Raphael. He's a real stunner. Beautiful long white hair of purity, a pair of gorgeous, fluffy white wings on his back, and a delicate-looking golden halo levitating just above his hair.

The pinnacle of mortal beauty, the one who heals and the second most powerful angel, just a tad below Lord Michael. I was static for what message he wanted to give me, but...

To my disappointment, it was a job. It turns out that I was being assigned to be a "Dungeon Master" in one of the worlds within the Middle World.

But I kinda overreacted, causing a scene in Lord Raphael's office, which I hope he doesn't come and fight in court about it. But anyway, the job details include:

Apparently, the Reincarnation Source of the dungeon is malfunctioning so currently, they are just going to rely on angel power instead until it gets fixed (in like a thousand or more years).

Not a long time to me, an angel, who doesn't age, but quite a while for the residents of the world that the dungeon was located in.

I actually don't want to take this job... but the pay is great (one million value per hundred years), it was recommended to me by Lord Raphael and it seems easy enough.

Oh and,

The last one would be trouble, having feared and challenged in one sentence does not mix well. But anyway, I'll still do it.