An_Ineloquent_Pen

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?

The Legendary Janitor

<p>His entire body aching, his Golden Core shuddering, his Nascent Soul crying, for the first time since he had arrived, Di Tou felt truly in tune with his cultivation. It didn't feel like a tool, it didn't feel like a set of armor, or something that 'othered' him in his own body. His cultivation just felt like a part of him, the condensation of his soul and will that was moving at his direction, at his hope. At this moment, Di Tou vaguely started to understand the joy of cultivation and understood why confidence mattered so much to cultivators.</p>

So Many Faces...