The Clean Coliseum

How do you imagine the future? What if you got a peek? Being honest: it's not about mega-corporations with god complexes, or cyborgs flying around saving the world. The spotlight was stolen... by maintenance workers. Janitors. Saving the world was just the opening act. Now they fight like legendary warriors in a futuristic sport coliseum, for glory, benefits, or plain revenge. But cleaners are just cleaners. Not all of them can step past that. Or can they? Zeros Ahimashi might be different... slightly, anyway. He just has to believe it, armed with nothing but a weirdly flirty, emotionally unstable broom he met one evening. And his friends were dragged along for the ride. Still here? Want to see what it grows into? Then step into a cyberpunk world where janitor-coliseum fighters wipe the floor with their opponents... And occasionally rise like a bad internet joke turned unlikely hero. He needs your moral support. A lot. Author's note: Hey! Just a quick heads-up — I’m still pretty new to writing, and English isn’t my first language, so I used a bit of AI help to clean up grammar and some awkward wording. My plan is to need it less and less as I get better at it. If you have any ideas of correcting prose or find some sentences bit strange or wrong, PLEASE mark it or write a comment so I can make it better for everyone who reads it. Thank you and hope you like the story!