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?
By the end of the evening, Di Tou had fully recovered his Spiritual Sense, and as he did so, he once again felt that odd, alienating sensation coursing through his body, leaving him feeling extremely uncomfortable. Resisting the urge to tear apart his Spiritual Sense again, Di Tou looked at the setting sun and let out a long sigh.
Although every sane part of his body resisted this process, Di Tou knew he couldn't remain here forever. In the end, compared to the real deal, no, compared to even a chance at the real deal, the memories were ultimately nothing. He only needed to keep them as a reminder and motivation as to why he would always have to move forward.