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?
Resolving himself to do at least three more rounds of practice on both of the stars before sleeping, Di Tou lightly bit his lip and tried again. As he was moving this time, using the Great Yang Star, he seemed to sense something and felt the image of the star in his mind turning black and white for a moment before returning to normal, only feeling a bit more concrete in his mind, like it was less of an object of interest or an imagined and visualised star, but instead something someone had physically given him.