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?
Lightly tracing his fingers along the words on the side of the page while singing in a low tone, Di Tou couldn't help but sigh as he wondered, had Fatty Liao been singing these songs while he had been madly researching and theory-testing recipes in this little basement?
Had Fatty Liao been flipping through his notes when he was madly trying to figure out a new ingredient when he saw these images he had carefully sketched in a more carefree time?
And had Fatty Liao… regretted it in the end? Turning around, Di Tou peered through the darkness at Fatty Liao's corpse and couldn't help but cough.
Cough?
Slightly wheezing, Di Tou's nose wrinkled at the stench as a sudden thought came to him. Was there… much oxygen in this room? After all, seeing as there was no light, it didn't seem like there were any obvious direct vents or connections. Obviously, there was the stairwell down, but…