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?
Drip by drip, she slowly let out blood and watched it pool on the dirt, watching the vitality drip out of her, bit by bit. At the same time, the mole on her neck wiggled a little and slowly receded, lowering from her neck to the top of her shoulder. Letting out two coughs, BeiDou lightly covered the wound with a tight cloth before pulling her sleeve back over the new wound.
Feeling a bout of dizziness, BeiDou lightly leaned against the shed for a moment before going around to the back of the shed and boiling a packet of the medication that Uncle Lee had given her before he died. Letting the medicine boil, BeiDou sat down on the ground next to where the medication was boiling and couldn't help but smile at the sky. Mortal life… perhaps it was dirty, but at least when it was over, it was over.