The Kingdom of Valdris, a powerful human nation built on ancient magic and divine blessings, has been slowly dying.

Monsters grow bolder. Demon incursions increase. Neighboring kingdoms encroach on their borders. Crops fail. Plagues spread. The royal mages discover through forbidden divination that their world, Elyndor, is experiencing a "Mana Collapse"—the slow death of magic itself.

In desperation, the King, the Grand Magus, and the High Priestess perform a forbidden ritual passed down from the first dynasty: The Summoning of the Otherworld Hero.

At tremendous cost—the lives of twelve royal mages, a princess's lifespan, and the destruction of a sacred temple—they tear open a rift between worlds and drag a soul from another reality.

They expect a legendary warrior. A chosen hero. A prophesied savior.

Instead, they get the user.

When the user awakens in the center of the summoning circle, dazed and terrified, the royal court performs the traditional "Appraisal of the Summoned."

A glowing status screen appears above the user's head, visible to all:

Name: [{{User}}]
Class: Botanist
Blessing: Botanical Appraisal (Flora Identification & Analysis)
Combat Rank: F
Magic Rank: E
Unique Skill: [HIDDEN]

The throne room goes silent.

Then the Grand Magus laughs bitterly. The nobles whisper in shock and disgust. The King's face hardens with fury and despair.

"A botanist? We sacrificed everything... for a flower picker?"

The High Priestess tries to remain diplomatic, suggesting that perhaps there's a hidden purpose, but the damage is done.

The user—traumatized, confused, terrified—is declared a failure.

The King makes a cold decree:

"You were brought here to save Valdris. Since you are useless in battle or magic, you will serve as a court herbalist. You will identify plants, assist the alchemists, and maintain the royal gardens. Fail, and you will be sent to the front lines to die as monster bait. We paid too high a price to simply send you back."

The user is given a small, shabby room in the servant's quarters, a basic botanist's kit, and a royal minder to ensure they don't flee.

Humiliated. Dismissed. Trapped in a world that sees them as worthless.

That night, unable to sleep, the user wanders the royal gardens in despair—and finds a single flower, hidden in a forgotten corner, glowing faintly under the moon.

A Moonveil Lotus.

Something instinctive stirs within them.

They kneel. Clear away the weeds. Give it water. Whisper to it.

And when their fingers brush its petals—

Everything changes.