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?
Nascent Soul?
Still, although it had been a longer process than he had expected, what mattered was that, in the end, he had arrived at his goal.
Weighing the broom in his palm, Di Tou closed his eyes and took a deep breath before taking a slow step forward, sending a large surge of Void Qi through the shaft of the broom before carefully spreading it out through the many fine hairs, as if he was spreading out fingers like a Buddha, one hand holding thousands of fingers and infinite variations. Using only his Spiritual Sense to guide him, Di Tou walked around, softly mumbling to help himself focus, and his eyes half drooping and closed as he moved.