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*ck."
Looking at the scroll, Di Tou couldn't help but panic slightly. Looking at the dense text on the scroll, Di Tou was fairly certain he saw two segments, one that contained a formula that detailed the way that sounds traveled through the air and another that discussed wind resistance. This… this wouldn't break the rules of the cultivation world, would it?