I Was Summoned as the Academy’s Janitor… But I Accidentally Became the Most Overpowered Harem Protagonist?!

Chapter 1: I Just Wanted to Mop the Floor, Not Be Mistaken for a God



‎The sky cracked open like a broken mirror.

‎A blinding light surged down from the heavens, and a crowd of robed mages at the center of a giant glowing magic circle cheered in unison.

‎ ‎ “The summoning is complete! Behold, the Hero of Prophecy!”

‎‎The light faded.

‎‎In its place stood… a tall young man in a hoodie, holding a plastic grocery bag with two cans of tuna and an on-sale matcha latte.

‎‎"...Huh?"

‎That was the sound of Zephyr Arclight, age 17 (mentally), who had just been Isekai’d against his will during his midnight snack run.

‎‎His hoodie read:

"World's #1 Disappointment."

‎‎The Archmage in charge squinted. “…Wait. Are you… not the Chosen Hero?”

‎‎Zephyr blinked.

‎“…I was just trying to buy discounted ice cream. Where the hell am I?”

‎‎A few hours later…

‎‎“Due to a technical mishap,” the Headmaster of Velmara Magic Academy said while flipping through ancient scrolls, “you were not the intended target of the Hero Summoning. However… you are now legally a citizen of our world, and thus must contribute.”

‎‎Zephyr stared blankly. “I didn’t even get an OP skill menu or a reincarnation bonus. What kind of off-brand fantasy world is this?”

‎‎“In accordance with Article 73 of the Summoning Clause,” the Headmaster continued, “you are hereby assigned to work as a… janitor.”

‎‎“…You’re kidding.”

‎‎“Room and board are included.”

‎‎“…Fine.”

‎Three days later…

‎‎Zephyr stood in the hallway of the most elite magic academy in the world — broom in one hand, bucket in the other, a half-hearted expression on his stupidly beautiful face.

‎Students walked past him, their reactions ranging from confusion to open blushing.

‎“W-Who’s that…?

‎“He looks like a fallen prince…”

‎“Wait. Is he glowing??”

‎“Is it just me or did the mop sparkle?”

‎‎Zephyr sighed, pushing up his sleeves. “These marble tiles aren’t gonna clean themselves.”

‎The mop dipped.

‎The floor gleamed.

‎At that exact moment, an explosion rocked the training arena outside.

‎Zephyr paused.

‎“…Nope. Not my problem.”

‎‎And yet — fate, as it tends to do in these things — had other plans.

‎End of Chapter 1.

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