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?
After four years, Di Tou had recovered to the Golden Core Stage. And the Golden Core Stage Di Tou was indeed different. Compared to before where he was a fool that couldn't react, couldn't think, couldn't do anything for himself. The current him… had the slightest ability to copy and repeat.
In the four years up until now, no matter what it was he was doing, sh*tting, sleeping, sweeping, raking, hammering iron, or simply eating. He had to be directed by someone vocally. Someone had to tell him what to do, and in cases where the question was too complex and beyond a simple request… he would pretty much act like he hadn't heard anything at all and ignore the request. The current him…