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?
He had already fretted over the possibilities so many times now. The chance that he couldn't return, the chance that even after returning, everyone had forgotten about him, or moved on with their lives, or had even died. The possibilities were endless, but at the moment, that wasn't what he was scared of. What he was scared of was confirmation.
Confirmation, be it from the Heavens, the d*mn voice, or himself, that his plan that he had painstakingly worked towards was unfeasible from the start. That he had put in all the blood, sweat, and tears for nothing, only to find out that this dimension at the dimension Earth were in didn't cross paths at all. Or that the cultivation technique couldn't find it.