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?
As Di Tou was thinking about how easy it was to knock out the rabbit, a dark thought crossed his mind as he thought about how it wouldn't be that much harder to wipe out mortals and civilians. Although the human's complex mind might make it so that he couldn't send someone into a coma with a single strike, at the very least, it'd leave them partially mentally deranged with a single needle. Grimacing, Di Tou shook his head and stopped worrying about it. Why should he worry about him with a measly spirit needle, a normal person could only produce four or five a day, and even then, the efficiency would be no better than a single thug with a handgun.