The Legendary Janitor
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?
F*cking Packrat
Quickly retracting his hand, Di Tou couldn't help but shake it a little to get rid of the tingling feeling that came from being in contact with the mist. After the box closed, the mist seemed to lose its support, and although the quantity didn't change, it seemed to be a little bit less corporeal, although it didn't change the fact that new Spirit Stones were forming in the mist every so often. After waiting about five minutes or so, the mist finally dissipated to a point where it was no longer visible, and with an uneventful *clunk* a small Spirit Stone landed on top of the pile, and Di Tou could no longer sense the mist at all.