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?
Continuing his story, Di Tou said, "In any case, I had settled down for a few days when I felt like I had some inspiration on a technique I had been practicing, so I traveled out of town and set up a small mobile abode by the riverside and fished and ate and drank for a few days, adjusting my mood by day while cultivating by night."
Not blushing at all at this shameless portrayal of playing and drinking as a part of cultivation, Di Tou said, "And when I had cultivated for a while and felt my bottleneck firm again, I returned back to town. When I was still some distance away, I saw the smoke and couldn't help but feel concerned, and when I later saw the traces of the fight, my mood couldn't help but be ruined, as I felt like this would bring me no small amount of trouble, and there was no way I could clearly wipe my name clear from the incident, no matter if I ran or hid. So after returning the cart to my manor, I ran out to go gather some information on the situation."