The Archmage Janitor is a Math Genuis

I’m the guy who cleans the academy halls. Yeah, the mop guy. Students rush past me chasing glory, professors argue about ancient spells, and nobody notices the janitor quietly solving equations in the corner. Funny thing is… magic isn’t really magic to me. It’s math. Patterns. Proofs. Elegant formulas hiding behind flashy spells. While everyone else memorizes incantations, I calculate them. One day I fixed a broken spell circle with a piece of chalk and a janitor’s mop. That’s when the academy realized something strange: The janitor might understand magic better than the archmages. Now the halls I used to clean are watching me… carefully. Professors whisper. Nobles are suspicious. And somehow I’m getting dragged into problems way above my pay grade. But hey— if the universe runs on equations, then I just need to solve it.