The Legendary Janitor
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?
Escape!
Taking a breath, Di Tou raised his head as an ominous premotion appeared in his heart. Letting out a solemn look, Di Tou turned around and looked around the little mountain hideout he had lived in for just under two weeks and quickly began packing up. With a wave of his palm, Di Tou quickly collected the sheets, the chairs, the cups… The swaths of paper and the bits and pieces of writing utensils that had been all but used up now all disappeared into Di Tou's Spatial Ring, and before long, the little mountain hideout that had started to appear quite cozy had once again become rather dull, and in cases a bit creepy, being filled with nothing but dirt cubes that were used to simulate furniture and tables.