Laughter echoed through the guild hall like a curse. "A janitor? Hah! Go mop goblin blood, loser."
Kai's grip tightened on his battered broom the only weapon that didn't fit in with the flashy swords and glowing artifacts. Around him, hunters flaunted god-tier powers, tearing through dungeons like gods.
But Kai? He was the joke. The afterthought. The trash cleaner.
Yet beneath his ragged cloak, a fire burned hotter than any flame spell.
Stepping into the dungeon's abyssal maw, the stale stench of decay hit him like a wave. Poison traps hissed and writhed in the darkness but Kai's Toxic Disposal skill activated instantly, a shimmering mist enveloping the air, neutralizing every toxic threat.
His broom glowed with an ethereal light the God-tier artifact no one dared to believe in.
With a savage sweep, he struck the dungeon core a pulsating orb of corruption that ruled the monsters' endless resurrection. The core shattered like glass, its darkness exploding into shards of cursed energy.
The bosses roared in agony, their immortal cycles broken. Blood and loot rained down as Kai's Residual XP soaked in, fueling a power no one saw coming.
Hunters stopped mid-fight, jaws dropping.
"The janitor… just wiped the Demon King's core. How?"
Kai smirked beneath the grime and sweat. This was just the beginning.
They laughed when I was a janitor. Now, I'm the nightmare no dungeon dares face.