"I know you have questions. Everyone does at some point. So I will keep it short," Micheal began, his voice calming the distressed Harry.
"You have been chosen to be sent to a world that is not your own, as there is a supposed 'threat' that will appear in 20 years, according to your world's measurements.
"This task could singlehandedly decide the fate of that world. And all of it I'd being laid upon your shoulders.
Do you accept?"
Harry sat on his chair, taking in the complete explanation that the angel had just given to him.
'This is... insane.' Harry thought. 'It feels like something out of a web novel. Albeit the trope is pretty... common and over-used.'
He looked up at the angel to see Micheal smiling at him.
"But... why me?" Harry asked, his voice shivering.
Micheal blinked as if he wasn't expecting this question from him. Even though he could read the young man's mind, it seemed even his telepathy could not completely read him.
"Oh, rest assured. This decision was taken after very careful analysis. About twenty-two thousand simulations were taken. You prevailed in over half of them. That was enough for me." Micheal answered.
Harry was taken aback. Half of the simulations? He didn't expect that at all.
"So will you help me in any sort of method?" Harry asked, trying to sound as formal as he could.
"Of course!" Micheal replied almost instantly, his voice booming with cheerfulness and excitement. "In fact, let's begin right now!"