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?
Finishing the inscription process, An Yang took two unsteady steps backward before slowly putting the brush down. Taking a few deep breaths, An Yang collected himself before carefully picking up the crystalline bamboo pole on the pedestal and moving to the same loom-like object he had used the previous time. After slotting it in, An Yang grabbed the box of horsemane hair and placed it by the side before pulling a small lever on the side of the device.
When he pulled the lever, the bamboo pole was pushed back somewhat, giving An Yang easy access to the front of the pole, where Di Tou noticed a small slit had been cut. Grabbing a hair from the box, An Yang threaded it into the machine and slowly tugged it through, threading it through the front of the pole. Hair by hair, An Yang worked like a machine, seamlessly grabbing one hair after another and threading them into the machine.