Most people don't choose reincarnation. Reincarnation finds their way to them. Perhaps they did something great in their life. Or maybe truck-sama wasn't looking where it was going. But without fail, those who reincarnate are destined for something great. A new life where everything changes for the better. But... Reincarnation isn't always the greatest thing. Sometimes you just draw the short end of the stick. Di Tou just happens to have drawn the shortest stick. Pulled out of his life randomly. Taken by a crazy old eccentric man not as a disciple, but as a body double?! And a janitor body double no less?! Grasping a system to find... It's a JANITOR SYSTEM!? Truly, how unlucky can one get?
Staggering a few steps back, Di Tou cupped his face in his hand and fell back into the chair.
Pawing around like a blind man for a moment, Di Tou eventually reached out with his Spiritual Sense and went to find the Water Stone again, which he had left out when he went to get water earlier.
Collecting the smallest bit of water, Di Tou cupped it in one hand and started pouring it over his face and shaking, before giving up and simply holding the water stone above his head and letting the water flow down, trying his best to rub away the trail of blood.