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?
Letting out a wide yawn, Di Tou blearily blinked his eyes for a while before shaking his head and refreshing himself using a trace of his Spiritual Sense. As long as he wanted, he wouldn't get tired, be it mentally or physically, but after reading for an entire night, he was just about fed up with texts related to Spatial events. The only pity was, that would probably be the most of his time for the next couple of weeks. Stretching, Di Tou looked around for a moment and found that after reading for the full night, he had gotten about two thirds of the way through this bookshelf… well, at least this side of the bookshelf.
And as a whole, this bookshelf could be considered fairly small, as the contents were all scrolls, which were big and bulky while not containing too much information, as the information written in scrolls was written with a brush and ink, which inherently had a bigger stroke compared to something like a pen or pencil much less a modern day printer.