The Janitor of Ascension

I was about to propose to Anya when the sky cracked open and the Adjudicator's voice turned our world into a game. We were chosen, it said, to climb the Oubliette, a tower that would save our dimension from collapse. I was given a Skill: [Perfect Housekeeping]. While others received blessings of fire and steel, I was branded a Janitor, a bottom-feeder in this new, brutal reality. Anya, blessed with a combat class, was ripped from my side and taken by the elite. Now, I'm trapped at the bottom, scorned and forgotten, left to scrub the grime left by monsters and more powerful 'Irregulars'. But in the filth and decay, I discovered a secret: where I cleanse, life can take root. I can purify corrupted soil to grow flora that grants permanent stats and forgotten skills. While the powerful fight for scraps of experience points, I am cultivating an arsenal in secret. They think I'm just a cleaner, but every floor I scrub brings me closer to the power I need to reclaim my life, and to Anya. But the Oubliette has its own guardians, and the Adjudicator's 'salvation' feels more like a harvest. Can a Janitor truly scrub the rot from the heart of the system itself?