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?
"Air… air…"
Feeling his head spinning, Di Tou spun around, looking for a source of air, but of course, he could see none. Even if there was, how could he see it?
In his wooziness, Di Tou's mind grasped at any straws he could think of, and a moment later, he tried his best to stand up straight and waved his palm before using the [Wind Summoning Spell], feeling the cold breeze flow against his face, Di Tou opened his mouth and desperately breathed in before coughing and wheezing and falling to the ground, breaking his concentration and breaking the casting of the spell.