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?
Pushing and pulling aside boxes and crates, Di Tou tried to find a way to open the entrance under the stairs without success. However, having pulled away so many items, the outline of the door was much more obvious now, and Di Tou was sure he hadn't made a mistake. There was indeed something odd here.
Thinking for a moment, Di Tou winced before extending out his Spiritual Sense, very carefully making it into a thin tendril and reaching it past the crack. The moment Di Tou extended his Spiritual Sense beyond his body, Di Tou couldn't help but feel some regret. Once more, the overpowering stench of rot, decay, and some sort of odd musk overcame him as his Spiritual Sense began to send feedback back.