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?
*Phaap*
With almost no counteracting force, the handle of the broom sunk half an inch into the table before stopping.
Di Tou frowned.
He hadn't really thought this through, but when he slammed the handle of the broom of the table, it resulted in the head of the broom being over his head.
Sneezing as a leaf fell onto his face, Di Tou removed the broom from the table and looked at the circular indent that remained.
That one strike had used up the majority of the Qi he had inserted into the broom, with the little bit of the remainder returning to his body.
It seemed like even if he used a medium, the rate at which he consumed Qi… seemed a little fast?
But the effects were indeed quite practical.
When he slammed the broom against the table, realistically the most likely outcome was that the broom hit the table and bounced back, or that the broom handle snapped.