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?
But these clean spots, although they were clean, also had a certain sense of desolation and wilderness, as if they weren't just dirt paths but great wide plains that were devoid of life, with harsh and dusty wind cajoling powerful storms and fending off weary travellers. Desolation, heat, currents. In the space created by Void Qi, the opposite was born. At the moment, it was devoid of life, but contrary to the cold and empty embrace of the Void, the desert, although empty, was brimming with energy and warmth; with time, life would bloom.