Global: I Have Ancestral Witch Blood! And My Job Is Janitor?

Xiao Han transmigrated to a world where everyone changed classes.

On the day he was assigned his class, the sun was eclipsed, Pangu bestowed his blessing, and purple energy stretched thirty thousand miles.

Yet his class turned out to be a lowly cleaner.

"Ha! That's hilarious! All that fanfare, and he gets a cleaner job that even ordinary people wouldn't want!"

"From now on, you can take care of emptying the night-soil buckets!"

The mocking voices had barely died down when eight hundred fighter jets landed, and three thousand combat-class fighters welcomed the young master home.

What!? Everyone was dumbfounded.

From Xiao Han's perspective: Bloodline awakened. Choose one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches' bloodlines to synthesize.

He chose Dijiang without hesitation: Defense +999, maximum spatial affinity, mastery of singing and dancing?

You look down on cleaners? I'll clean up you arrogant lot who enslave the people!

You a forbidden-spell Mage? I'm an Ancestral Witch, born a god of magic. Want to compare physiques? Forget it, you're not even worthy.

The gods: I regret it so much! What do you mean, a level-one cleaner? I should have run away immediately!

Xiao Han, who had synthesized Pangu's True Form, grabbed Hongjun by the collar. "Where's the entrance to the next instance?"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.