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?
Standing there and admiring the night sky, and marvelling at the great effects of his hard day's work, Di Tou soon realised that over thirty minutes had passed. Feeling slightly sleepy from pulling an all nighter and working so hard for the duration of it, he unwillingly pulled his eyes away from the night sky and saw that to his side the girl, leaning back in her wheelchair was peacefully gazing at the sky, the light of stars and moons was reflected in her pupils like dancing flames.
Pursing his lip, Di Tou said in a soft tone, "Er, helping you this time… wasn't just because of your help with the formations."
Hearing this, the girl's gaze slowly shifted away from the stars before making direct eye contact with Di Tou. Without the reflection of the night sky, her pupils were dark now, like endless vortexes as she stared at him.