"Good morning, Ethan. The Director is waiting for you on the 31st floor."
"Ah… right."
Ethan Hunter forced a smile at the receptionist and nodded, then discreetly wiped the sweat from his forehead.
As much as he didn't want to admit it, the truth was undeniable—he had transmigrated.
He was still Ethan Hunter, but his identity had shifted. Now, he was an agent of the World Federal Investigation Bureau, seconded from the Republic Headquarters to the America Headquarters.
The good news: he was ridiculously strong. As one of the elite agents of the Joint Bureau, his physical abilities were near human limits. He was proficient in over fifty martial arts styles, practically every weapon, and had mastered tactics, interrogation, investigation, multiple languages, and criminal psychology—the essential toolkit for any top agent. In the Republic Headquarters, he was a first-class ace. With his skill set, he could have starred in Return of the God of War and come out looking modest.
The bad news: he didn't inherit any memories.
To be precise, aside from the knowledge and abilities he personally possessed, he had no recollection of his own life.
And that explained the awkward situation he now found himself in.
Fortunately, the World Federal Investigation Bureau was publicly recognized in every country. Otherwise, Ethan might not even know where to go for work.
From what he gathered on his phone, this world had to be a parallel universe. One detail clashed completely with his old life:
The World Federal—the supreme governing body formed by nearly every nation on Earth, consisting of permanent members and regular members.
Unlike the United Nations he knew, this organization wielded real power.
The World Federal Investigation Bureau was its law enforcement branch. Each country had its own headquarters, operating independently yet forming a unified whole.
One document could transfer him from the Republic to America—a perfect demonstration of the Bureau's seamless cooperation.
"Tch, everyone else transmigrates with memories and some shiny golden powers. I, on the other hand, have to start by going to work just to figure out what's going on."
Ethan Hunter sighed at his corporate-like fate and stepped into the elevator, pressing the button for the 31st floor.
Fortunately, even as an agent, his overwhelming personal abilities meant that as long as he didn't deliberately tempt death, he could probably survive his life without incident.
The elevator screen continuously played news updates.
As Ethan rode alone, a segment of entertainment news played—and it hit him like a magnitude-ten earthquake, shattering all the mental preparation he had just painstakingly built.
"Bruce Wayne from Gotham City, representing Wayne Enterprises, appeared at the charity gala held by the Gotham Natural Disaster Relief Fund. Accompanying the young billionaire were… let's see… five stunning women from Hollywood and the fashion world! My goodness, won't they all fight for his attention?"
"Come on, Lesnar. If you had assets worth hundreds of billions, no matter how many women you had, they'd all live under the same roof in perfect harmony."
Ethan froze. Wait… did that host just say that name?
A photo appeared on the screen.
Five beautiful women surrounded a man with a sculpted, flawless face and a square jaw that radiated both sex appeal and heroism.
DC Universe? He couldn't be this unlucky. After all, the DC world was notoriously dark; human limits here might as well make one a super soldier.
The news kept rolling.
"Honestly, I'm a little jealous. Speaking of Bruce Wayne, we can't ignore another man equally famous in the playboy arena: New York's own Tony Stark. And who is his latest girlfriend? Ah yes! Lois Lane, a reporter for the Daily Planet!"
Two more photos flashed: the flashy, charismatic Tony Stark and the beautiful, determined Lois Lane.
"For those who didn't do their homework, watch out—Lois Lane might sue you! First-hand news: Tony Stark has indeed been pursuing Lois Lane, but our reporter didn't get so much as a single smile from her. Money isn't everything for some women, it seems."
"Maybe so. But the other women in New York will have reason to celebrate! Let's move on to the next story…"
Ethan Hunter had zero interest in the ongoing celebrity gossip and struggled to process the absurd information he had just received.