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

‎Location: Blackroot Academy - Subterranean Dungeon Level 3

‎‎"Is it... breathing?"

‎‎Drakynia Flameheart squinted at the pulsating wall of moss in front of them. The dungeon corridor was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from faint blue torches lining the damp stone.

‎‎"Moss shouldn’t breathe, right?" muttered Selena Frostveil, who had reluctantly joined the class for what the professors called a "character-building excursion." Her clipboard was trembling slightly.

‎‎"Don’t worry," said Rosalia de Glorieux, brandishing a blessed relic the size of a spatula. "It’s just the Dungeon’s spiritual aura. Totally harmless. Probably."

‎‎A hiss echoed down the hallway. Every head turned.

‎‎Zephyr Arclight calmly chewed his sandwich.

‎‎"...Shouldn't you be worried?" Arwen Galehart asked, eyes sharp as ice. "You're unarmed."

‎‎Zephyr blinked. "I forgot my broom."

‎‎Drakynia spun toward him. "What?! You forgot the god-mop that purges curses and shatters illusions?!"

‎‎"It was laundry day."

‎‎Selena pinched the bridge of her nose. "We are doomed."

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‎Location: Dungeon Level 3 - Sector 4

‎‎They ventured deeper.

‎‎The group, made up of elite students, found themselves unnerved by how the dungeon seemed to shift around them. Doors rearranged. Floors rippled. Whispers brushed against their minds.

‎‎One student tried casting a basic flare spell.

‎It backfired into a puff of glitter.

‎‎"Anti-magic field is unstable," Selena muttered. "Typical."

‎‎Suddenly, a tremor.

‎‎BOOM.

‎The floor beneath Zephyr cracked—then caved in.

‎‎"JANITOOOOOOR!" Rosalia cried.

‎‎He vanished into the darkness.

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‎Location: ??? - Unknown Chamber

‎‎Zephyr landed on his feet. Of course. The space was silent, lit by eerie purple glyphs that shimmered around a massive mirror.

‎‎"Welcome," said a voice.

‎‎A figure stepped from the shadows. Cloaked. Tall. Mysterious.

‎‎It was The Cloaked Watcher.

‎‎"You shouldn’t be here yet," he said grimly.

‎‎Zephyr dusted off his uniform. "Fell through the floor."

‎‎The Cloaked Watcher paused. "...Really?"

‎Zephyr nodded.

‎‎Silence.

‎‎"Do you want tea?"

‎‎"Sure."

‎‎They sat cross-legged on the floor of the ancient ritual chamber, drinking dusty herbal tea in silence. The mirror pulsed gently beside them.

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‎Location: Dungeon Level 3 - Search Party

‎‎Meanwhile, chaos.

‎Rosalia summoned holy doves. Selena tried tracking Zephyr’s mana signature. Arwen glared at every suspicious wall. Drakynia threatened the ceiling.

‎‎"We lost the janitor," Mirelle said flatly, sipping tea. "This will not look good on the school report."

‎"He’s not just a janitor," Selena whispered.

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‎Location: ??? - Mirror Chamber

‎‎"This place reacts to your presence," said The Cloaked Watcher. "It’s why we’re monitoring you."

‎‎Zephyr shrugged. "I’m just a janitor."

‎‎The mirror flashed. A faint image emerged.‎‎Zephyr Arclight, cloaked in golden threads of mana, surrounded by blinding auras… and standing at the head of an army.

‎‎"Just a janitor, huh?" said the watcher, voice dry.

‎‎Zephyr sipped his tea. "Depends on who you ask."

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‎Location: Dungeon Entrance - Return Point

‎‎Zephyr reappeared behind the group, holding a dusty broom he found in the chamber.

‎‎"You’re alive!" Rosalia shouted.

‎‎"Where were you?!" Drakynia demanded.

‎‎"Tea."

‎‎Selena stared. "We were worried."

‎‎"It was good tea."

‎‎Arwen turned away, face pink. Rosalia sniffled. Drakynia looked like she wanted to hit him or hug him.

‎‎Selena simply wrote something in her clipboard.

‎‎Then under her breath: "Next time, I’m chaining you to the mop closet."

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‎End of Chapter 21

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