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

Scene: Academy Greenhouse – Morning

Zephyr took a break from his janitorial duties to help the botanical department. Simple stuff.

‎ “Water this, don’t touch that cursed cactus, and whatever you do, avoid the thorned archway,” the professor warned.

‎Naturally, Zephyr tripped… right into the thorned archway.

‎The air shimmered.

‎“Oh no…”

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‎Scene: Rosevale — Hidden Garden Realm

‎Zephyr landed in an enchanted dimension filled with towering roses, humming vines, and massive glowing petals.

‎A voice echoed through the garden:

 “Who dares disturb my sacred soil?”

‎A stunning woman stepped out, long red hair trailing like vines, emerald eyes glowing.

‎She wore a regal gown made of living roses.

‎Enter: Queen Rosalind, the Sovereign of Thorns.

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‎‎Scene: Garden Confrontation

‎‎Zephyr raised his broom slowly.

‎ “Sorry. I’m the academy’s janitor. I was… helping with the ferns.”

‎Rosalind narrowed her eyes.

‎ “You entered the Gate of Trials and tamed the Queen’s Maze. You must now… wed me.”

‎Zephyr:

‎ “Excuse me?”

‎‎ “Tradition. You survive the thorned trial, you gain my hand. Rules are rules.”

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‎Meanwhile, Back at the Academy

‎Arwen sensed something.

‎Seraphina crushed a teacup.

‎Drakynia snarled.

‎‎ “He’s being courted again, isn’t he.”

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‎‎Scene: Trial of the Queen’s Heart

‎Rosalind summoned a monstrous floral beast: The Petal Wyrm.

‎“If you refuse me, you must fight my guardian.”

‎‎Zephyr sighed.

‎ “Of course I do…”

‎The Petal Wyrm attacked—but was no match for a perfectly enchanted broom swing.

‎‎POOF!

‎The beast turned into a pot of daisies.

‎Rosalind blinked.

 “You are… truly magnificent."

‎Zephyr:

‎‎ “Can I just water the ferns now?”

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‎‎Scene: Farewell Garden

Rosalind handed him a single eternal rose.

‎‎ “Should you change your mind… the thorns will always welcome you.”

‎‎He bowed politely and disappeared through the portal… right into the arms of Arwen, Seraphina, and Drakynia.

‎All three:

‎ “WHO IS SHE?!”

‎He held up the flower.

‎ “It’s… not what it looks like.”

‎‎ “It looks like she proposed!”

‎ “With a magical rose!”

‎‎ “Do you like florals now, Zephyr?!”

‎‎Zephyr:

‎ “Can’t a guy just garden in peace?!”

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‎‎End of Chapter 17

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