John just wanted a quiet botanist life. Maybe grow a few “slightly suspicious” plants, feed his sentient cotton-plant pet named Barry, and definitely not return that research journal he “accidentally” stole from a sketchy lab.
Then the Men in Black showed up. Then came the alien spaceship with neon signs that screamed:
“Congratulations, Earth! You’ve been selected for a once-in-a-lifetime—possibly never again—chance to join the Multiverse Game!”
Before he could say “I’m not qualified,” John found himself floating in space with a backpack full of snacks, a panicked mushroom on his shoulder, and a smug AI panda named Shiv who asked him to pick a class.
He chose Botanist, the weakest class.
Shiv laughed—and dumped him on a planet full of flesh-eating, brain-hijacking, nightmare plants.
Now John has no power, no combat skill, and no clue.
All he has is: A glowing survival backpack, a grumpy, sentient cotton plant named Mister Barry, and a stolen journal he barely understands.
But hey… maybe that’s enough. Maybe a class no one respects can grow into something terrifying.
If the plants don’t eat him first.