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?
Ghost Stories
And then? He smacked down while using [A Gentle Touch]. A moment later, Di Tou retracted his hand carefully and couldn't help but stare at the result in awe. Although he had to an extent expected such a thing, actually seeing it was still shocking. The stone plate, like each other time, looked like a hand print had been carved out of it, remaining just as thick as normal on the edges but becoming no thicker than a cicada's wing at its thinnest where the print was shaped.
Below it, the small platform remained in the same state, slightly strained but not yet collapsed. Lightly pressing a finger down, Di Tou pushed at the indent inside of the stone plate, and additional weight pushed the structure over its edge, and the small hollow platform collapsed in on itself.